Purple wind, pink charm
In the phonograph in the corner.
Continue to describe
It's your solid face
Meaningless words
Meaningless change
Have nothing to wait for
Unnecessary pain
Meaningless XXX
blue sky
White clouds or night light
Then the sky was full of sakura rain.
I can fill your heart in an instant.
Full of intoxication
I woke up fascinated by your shadow.
I once captured a picture.
There are also dim lights at night.
Sing like a song
With a white skirt.
I am already drunk in my heart.
Can I have a ladder?
I want to cross, but it's hard to climb.
Step by step to your heart, to your mouth.
After all, I swallowed it
I want to protect your happiness.
calmly
Don't mention it again.
Modern Poetry of Cherry Blossoms 2 as the Footsteps of Spring
Step on the hurried drums and come lightly.
I was stationed in the camp at the end of winter.
Meet the sacred and solemn baptism
Please don't be infatuated with this falling cloud.
That's not my blushing face.
But it's more like a burning flame in my heart.
This is a high-profile season.
In the world of black and pink, you sing and we appear.
Free blooming is the eternal theme of pursuit.
Please pick up what is left in your heart.
Jump on the noblest branch and dance heartily.
Even with the heaviest shackles.
You should also sleep peacefully with a wisp of fragrance on your pillow.
But why?
Every time I touch the pulse of spring
I haven't had time to pour out my love.
Fragments, one by one, fell coldly.
Just ruthlessly put my last kiss
Turn into a wisp of spring mud
Buried in the wind and rain
The meaning of life
Not for a spectacular scene.
I am willing to hide behind people.
Become a spirit left behind.
Look sideways at the footprints of spring.
Spark of thought
Shining in the hurried footsteps of pedestrians ...
I dyed the snow white yesterday.
Today, cherry blossoms are crying to me.
Muddy footprints
Can't wave
Shouting is also futile.
Can't leave that trace of residual image.
Looking back at that moment. Sad and beautiful.
Sharp words
day after day
Paleness in gray
Like an old face
Hang one's eyelids and head.
As if sobbing.
Rolling on two cymbal crystals.
Who is crying?
it's you
It's still me
Maybe it's just God's mercy on me.
Silently looking forward to the dawn
Tears silently.
Sad alone, endure separation alone
Huayou instantly became absolutely beautiful.
White to red, slender fingers and slender fibers.
Mu Yingsheng is as wonderful as you.
Ruthlessly fall into the water of love flowers
Tears faintly remind of yesterday.
Flowers are sentimental, hearts are sentimental.
The remaining sepals fall freely.
Disappearing arm
Disappearing kiss
Your fragrance is still fading on your lips.
I still have your temperature on my chest.
Your worries
I can't feel it anymore.
Just now
Mu Yinghua still won't give up on me.
Very sad, I accompany.
Count how many petals abandoned it.
How many petals are left?
Never give up.
Take a look and listen.
Who abandoned it?
Who else is worth cherishing?
Today, I lent my shoulder to KINOMOTO SAKURA.
So it can cry to me quietly.
Today, I see those affectionate or heartless flowers.
Leave one by one.
Know what you need to cherish.
Today, I heard it cry.
Who will take care of it and let it grow up?
Who gave it everything?
And who abandoned it?
today
today
I stayed with it.
See the light before dawn
Sakura Modern Poetry 4 Ganghedu
20xx March 23rd
The flower of self-confidence
Don't need green leaves to support.
Just a little warm breath.
It will be brilliant and flourishing.
You come from the severe winter.
There are snowflakes on my body.
Please keep that clear and transparent heart.
In this season of falling English, flying insects and flying grass.
KINOMOTO SAKURA has its own.
KINOMOTO SAKURA's integrity
When you came, it was like a dream.
When you leave, it falls like snow.
year after year
We wandered under the cherry tree.
Sometimes it goes too far.
Sometimes it seems to go back in time.
But the days when everything was engraved are gone forever.
Because of the branch of time
No more driving
Yesterday's flower