I hope mine will wait for me.
Will accompany me to see the sea.
Will show their love to the sea.
Will warm my riddled heart with a fiery heart.
I have a wish.
I want to hold her hand.
Watch the sunrise with her everywhere.
I hope she is still waiting for me.
Wait for me in the boundless grassland
Riding white represents happiness.
I picked her up with roses in my hand.
Put a ring on her personally.
I have a wish.
I hope she will appear in every story of mine.
I hope God will leave her every fortune, and all the darkness in the world can stay away from her.
I have a wish.
I hope my future is more hopeful because of her.
I hope my sky will be sunny because of her.
I have a wish.
My wish is
She came to me gently with the wind.
I'm crazy. Love poems.
Peacocks fly southeast; Southeast Fly the Peacocks; The Peacock Flies Southeast
I want to love you.
however
Hurt you deeply
not bad
I'm the one who broke the marriage sailboat
I made it myself.
Tear up love with your own hands
Knead life
can
All this is because
I care about you too much.
Love is too selfish.
My story bores you.
My regret makes you lose interest.
Makes me toss and turn
Never call back your old eyes.
you
Where did you know that?
Loving you is all I have.
therefore
Pursuit turned into harassment.
There is barbarism in sincerity.
immediately
Suddenly I became the wind in the alley.
Can't find the direction
Thousands of collisions
Hundreds of people were injured.
Into a thousand years of ice.
Frostbite you.
I'm freezing, too
be
Nothing matters anymore.
because
You are desperate.
but I ...
mental disorder
Love Poem
Love Poem
1. Dear, I started one dawn after another.
Through one dusk after another.
Dear, the oath left in your hand.
Half darkness, half light, half inner loneliness, loneliness.
The tenderness left in your hand.
Half tears, half smiles, half eternity in my heart, forever.
Dear, please clap my bleeding hand.
Take pictures of my beating pulse and the residual temperature of my body.
Shoot me naked on my lonely grave bed.
Please send these memories to my lost heaven.
Dear, you are a beautiful dream.
Traveling at the end of the world makes me unstoppable.
Fly to you, fly
Dear, I yearn for the lush totems of mountains, grasslands, forests and the sea.
Dear, that bitter romance, crawling on the mountain road, running by the sea.
Not to see, just to stick to your gentleness and warmth.
You, eager to see-
That sad romance, flying in the clouds.
I, anxious to return-
This romantic heart flies to you sourly.
Honey, don't break your heart-
Please hold fast to the short-lived warmth and nostalgia.
Honey, talking is like a dream-
Please embrace eternal sadness and romance.
At that moment, I was drunk.
It's all input,
Inspiration is sublimated,
Emotions are purified.
Thought is duckweed floating on green water.
I can't shake off your gentle waves.
(2)
Once upon a time, I wanted to get your love,
When that happens,
Affectionate,
Wrapped around my heart,
Into my blood,
There are only two hearts in this world!
(3)
Romantic atmosphere is breaking through the bank,
Love is like rain,
What solidifies is the time of two hearts.
Flowers light up the sunny weather,
The sun is fixed at the top,
Love of life
Loyalty in the index ............
(4)
You asked me why I was in such a hurry,
Discard the original beauty.
I said; Time is a jar for making wine.
Willing to tolerate,
It can also catalyze aging.
Eight thousand years old wine,
Don't miss the plot.
Long live the feelings,
Will remember the first love.
(5)
Honey. I fell in love with your lips.
You are the most beautiful soul in the world,
I went straight into your guts. ........................
Pickled poems, love poems
Mixed with a handful of salt of missing.
Pickled out the fragrance of poetic rhyme
In the exciting voice of love
I heard a cry like kimchi.
Elephants are bleached and dyed in vats.
Long-term pickling
Poems of love
Salty and sour has long been a foregone conclusion.
In your ignorant heart
I can't smell any sour taste.
Only that poem is so salty.
I hid that poem in a salt dream.
After many years, the cellar will be raised.
I will smell salty incense.
Lure my appetite for poetry
Pick it up with chopsticks
Put it in your mouth.
It tastes delicious when chewed.
Just to my taste.
Hidden in my poetic dream
Wine can refresh the mind.
The same is true of poetry.
Such as brewing in wine.
Many years later, Dionysus also became a poet.
Like Li Bai's "Hundred Wars Wine Order"
Write acacia in poetry
Brewing and salting
Immerse yourself in a dream
The most beautiful poem
An altar of wine flies out of the rhythm of poetry
But I really want to get drunk
I will pickle you like pickles.
Be my poetic god
Hidden in my poetic dream