The sunset turned away to meet the sea breeze,
The vast darkness tests the temperature of the sea.
Then throw the stars into the sea.
//
Unable to determine the starting point of the road, just like
We can't talk about the source of the ocean.
Sitting on the beach doesn't mean rebuilding the reef.
The wrinkles on your face are far less profound than yours.
//
Failure is like a motionless shell. I don't remember the last high tide.
Take you to the bottom of the sea, or feed the fish.
I can't tell whether the tide is low this time or leaving you on the shore.
Let the children pick it up and decorate other people's dreams.
//
At this time, your partner is looking around and struggling emotionally.
Eventually solidified on the edge of the reef and became an oyster.
The hand of the morning broke him and put him in the bottle.
Help him complete a successful escape.
//
You know this process is done at the dinner table.
Eating seafood is like judging a person's character.
This is your hearty dinner, along with loneliness.
The food is so familiar that you finally find that you have lost a friend.
//
Your aftertaste is so simple and decisive.
When the sea grabs your pants like a cat that just woke up.
You start to keep them and give up on the beach.
Refuse seagulls to force you in.
Modern Poetry about Friends 2 Time has passed quietly.
The friends around me have changed and changed.
All good things must come to an end.
Juju no.3 high school
How many friends are forgotten?
What you can remember.
How many/much?
probably
When we make new friends.
I lost my old friend silently.
probably
I used to think about it as
Will be good friends for life.
finally
But just an unknown passer-by
Once a good friend
Become a stranger
as one gets older
Friendship is becoming more and more impure.
Doped with too many interests
Today is a friend.
Tomorrow may be the enemy.
The turning point may be a conflict of interest.
When you start to understand
Friendship as a student is precious.
But found
time goes by
We are far away from each other.
I have new friends around me.
Meeting is just a nod.
Even if you want to save it.
There's nothing I can do
too late to regret/repent
Calm down and think about it
What kind of friends are real friends?
Everyone's answer is different
Where's mine?
I haven't found the answer yet.
friend
An indispensable role in this life.
It took me 20 years.
But I haven't read it yet
Very good friend.
But it may be because of a small misunderstanding.
Slowly, slowly.
Alienate each other
Wait until you regret it
But it can only be gloomy.
I have to say
Precious friendship is condensed bit by bit.
treasure
Real friends.
Better than a million fair-weather friends.