A real man does what he wants. Let time forget everything! I like the man I have confessed for five years. Do you think I'm worse than you?
Send you a poem:
Night, silence
The wind gently brushed the hair,
It's a light injury floating on the face.
Thinking, not sure
Tears, falling back into my heart,
Miss the days of fermentation
I fold the stars at midnight.
Hanging in front of the window waiting to fly.
See a meteor.
When it's too late to wish
You have come a long way.
The moonlight is still bleak, making tears crystal clear.
The feeling of dripping water on the back of your hand
Without your face, there is no warmth.
I still let the tears run down my heart.
Waiting for a desolate.
I miss you today.
Although desolate
I still miss you today.
But I began to fear desolation.
I give you a song:
Spring injury-no memory of first love
The flowers are in bloom.
Why not see the warmth of spring?
Why only
The first petal cowered in the cold wind.
Slightly messy
The love I once believed in
So it's just your own wishful thinking.
Maybe we shouldn't take that unexpected spring.
Be mistaken for the beginning of happiness
Neither should it.
Dare not shake it off.
I have been pregnant for a winter.
A passion and an expectation.
Still looking forward to every corner
The feeling of spring has long been lurking.
How many reincarnation?
But always can't exchange opportunities and temptations.
I just indulge in my own waiting.
It doesn't matter whether it's true or not.
Even if I can only leave my dream there in the cold spring.
I don't like it, I'm not worried, I don't regret it.
Maybe occasionally on a moonlit night.
Will also recall the source of loneliness, if that day.
The sky is not so blue.
The wind is not so cold.
probably
Two Fish in Early Spring
Will not meet at the lake.
PS:
I put my lovesickness
Stick it in all possible corners.
You don't even look at it.
I'm not your doomsday.
Your world
Cann't hold it any longer
My little humbleness
I am like dust.
I don't know whose love it is.
flotage
autumn
Classified as dust
Turn to stone
A warm breeze
Can't restore my faith.
My bullshit, the so-called first love
Ambush here
probably
Never wake up.
I wish you happiness every day! Let time wash away our troubles!