Poetry harmful to smoking

There is evil in the white coat.

I don't know who can get away with filar silk.

Life dies with smoke.

Throw away the cigarette butts and tell the sadness.

A little burn, a little damage.

The passage of the circle and the helplessness of the circle.

I haven't noticed that time is passing in a hurry.

Life has quietly left with the smoke circle.

Cherish life and cherish the present.

Reject temptation, refuse to hurt

It's just a temporary loss.

Tomorrow's sunshine is more worth looking forward to.