On Personal Poetry

The following is my humble opinion.

I wonder if the landlord is satisfied.

I wonder if the landlord can understand it.

My things are generally considered too obscure.

I thought the same thing.

Hmm. How interesting

Please forgive me.

& lt& lt memories >>

The east is full of fat and water.

Besides weeping willows,

In the west of Mozi bamboo.

Wugeng building,

Why keep dreaming?

Lang Wei went,

This is a family,

Yuhuan is empty.

Autumn hasn't arrived yet,

But it's cold.

You Dan in the temple,

My heart is as cold as ice

& lt& lt broke up on the first day of love >>

Break up on the first day of love

Turn around.

We're back to square one.

As strange as the first time.

At this moment.

I just understand.

What is the most familiar stranger?

There will be no more tears in my eyes.

There will be no more harm in my heart.

This is a relief for both of us.

Feel tired

So I went to sleep.

We laughed so sweetly in our sleep.

When I woke up,

We shouldn't have more lamentations.

(leads to a more emphatic description) Even if it is not …

At least I have ......

therefore

I broke up on the first day of love.

How romantic this is.

No quarrel

No tears

No memory.

Hand in hand

Go to the end of the road

then

divide

sky

Began to cry

April peach blossoms burst into tears.

Falling petals

We smiled at one another and said

No longer in love

Because you already have it. ......

April is like a child's face.

Suddenly smiled again.

Glittering things are dripping on my cheeks.

I turned around.

I'm afraid you think it's my tears.

I'm afraid you will break my heart.

The first day of love

We say

divide

The first day of love

This is a long way.

very

The first day of love

It's raining hard.

Hit me hard in the heart

That moment .....

We are interested in each other.

say

divide

& lt& lt in memory of my dead soul >>

This day has finally arrived.

It seems that I have been waiting for a long time.

The fire is spreading underground.

Rotten wood covering the soul

instant

Turn to dust.

I think ...

This day will be the beginning of the next cycle.

but

That rotten log died with my soul.

The wind swept by.

Shian

Dust flying

Ignoring night and dawn

At this moment.

Where is the road?