Poems that don't know the girl's mind

How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos.

There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.

Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.