Kneel and beg someone to write a poem for me. Tibetan poems or something!

Chen Zhou has been hiding in the past,

Words are not beautiful, but words are sad.

It's hard to stop being affectionate,

My heart is like a lake.

A few words don't make a chapter,

I prefer sadness to hiding.

I was ecstatic,

If you smell the flowers, it will make you feel better.