A poem that expresses repetition.

There's a village where there's no road.

Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year?

Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows.

Tomorrow will never come.

If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring.

Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk.

What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows!

By tomorrow, everything will be in vain.

The world is tired of tomorrow, and tomorrow will be infinitely experienced.