Post-adolescent poetry
Mayday
When the smoke drifts away with the morning light
The lake beside my pillow has dried up
Expectation has degenerated into waiting
And I said goodbye suddenly
When tears outline it into regret
Memories exaggerate sadness
Passing water A metaphor for how time flies
Finally we are no longer
Carnival for life
Crazy for love
But there is youth on the other side
< p>The midsummer day is comingEvery day is brilliant
(Axin said:
Then let’s go together)
Who said you can’t let me?
The only autobiography in this life
It’s like a poem
No matter how far in the future it is,
I can still read it word for word< /p>
Every article is brilliant
Let the sky explain the blue
Floating clouds define whiteness
Falling flowers lay out a red carpet
< p>Welcome us to the futureA wonderful yet unfinished future