In the eight poems, the author does not specify who he loves, but mainly expresses his own views and unique understanding of love.
( 1)
Your eyes see this fire, but you can't see me, although I light it for you; Alas, that only burns mature age.
Yours, mine. We are across the mountain!
From this natural transformation process, I fell in love with an integrated you.
Even if I cry, turn gray, turn gray and be born again, girl, it's just God playing with himself.
(2)
Water and rocks precipitated you and me, and we grew up in a dead womb.
In countless possibilities, a deformed life can never complete itself.
I talk to you, trust you and love you. Just then, I heard my Lord snigger. He has been adding you and me, making us rich.
(3)
The little beast of your time, it breathes like spring grass, it brings your color and fragrance, and it wants you to be crazy in the warm darkness.
I walked through your marble hall of reason and cherished the life it buried.
What you and I touch is a meadow, where there is its stubbornness and my surprise.
(4)
We hugged each other quietly.
Words can light up the world, and the unformed darkness is terrible, which may or may not make us addicted.
What suffocates us is the sweet words of death before birth.
Its ghost hangs over us and swims towards the freedom and beauty of chaotic love.
(5)
When the sun goes down, the breeze blows in the fields. How long has the reason accumulated here?
The moving scenery touched my heart.
From the oldest to you, have a good sleep.
The trees and rocks that have been formed will make my desire last forever.
The beauty of everything in its process has taught me the way to love you and the way to change.
(6)
The same and the same dissolve into fatigue, while the different solidifies the strangeness.
What a dangerous narrow road it is. I drive on it myself.
He exists, listens to my instructions, protects me and doesn't bother me. His pain is constantly seeking.
Your order, if realized, must deviate.
(7)
Storm, long road, lonely night.
Loss, memory, eternal time.
All the fears that science cannot dispel.
Let me rest in your arms.
Oh, in your involuntary heart.
Your beautiful image has and has not.
There, I saw your lonely love, pen standing, growing parallel to mine!
(8)
No closer approach, all accidents are stereotypes between us; Only sunlight penetrates through colorful branches and leaves.
Separated by two hearts, the same.
When the season comes, they will fall down separately, and the giant tree that gave birth to us will always be green, which is a mockery of our unkindness.
(crying) moving towards peace in the ancient roots of unity.
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