I am not a poet
I am not a poet
Only simple language
I put my mood into the characters
I want to take advantage of the night to spread out the plain paper
The cold moon is like a shining knife
It stings my eyes
It is all red
< p> Flow more terrifying than darknessMixed with blood
No
I don’t want to smell its murderous aura
I just don’t know where it is coming from No time
Time
The stars blink
It cannot understand the wailing of the years
A voice shouted
Stop it
Give you a cup of time
But I know
Time
has grown thick moss
Shake off the dust
My thoughts hang in the silent night sky
The moon and stars laugh at my naivety
My heart is looking forward to tomorrow Walk towards the sun
Pain and sorrow cannot hold me back
Shake off the dust
Continue
Where is paradise
Tonight you didn’t come to the appointment
The fence entangled with longing
Sleep listlessly
The biting wind rustled
The old wound was opened
The blood seeped slowly
Still had to be licked little by little
The sobbing sycamore leaves
Sighing
Flying like a butterfly
Broken wings
Where is paradise
Staring
The fallen leaves in autumn are sad
The wind in winter is bleak
The moonlight in the city
Carrying a plate of forget-me-not
The claws of time
Crush it to pieces in an instant
I can only stare from a distance
The soul continues to wander
Missing Grow wings
Memories flow slowly like a river
Carrying the vicissitudes of the years
An old drifting ship sails out of the harbor of the heart
< p> A handful of wood pulpShaking hope
A row of evil waves opened its angry mouth
Devouring the body
The soul continues to swim Walk
Wake up the soul
Night beckons to me
Hidden from the eyes of the moon and stars
Along the corridor of hell
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How to reach heaven
The leaves began to cry
The old branches could only frown in the vicissitudes of life
The heart began to rain
The rhythm of ticking ticking
Awakening the soul
It turns out that you are far away