Modern poetry about writing handwritten lyrics

It will still rain early and late at the winter solstice

Your persistence

now makes you very doubtful

You finally Wait until there is only this dead branch

How many times have you been in love and planted with all your heart

When the harvest is not as good as that of other descendants

This time you really care

But seeing other people talking about love is not tempting

Asking when the grapes will be ripe first

You have to wait and wait patiently

Even if you lose your harvest, always keep it

Try not to shed today’s tears in vain

Save the stones that hurt you

Absorb from your mistakes

Maybe you have to accept that the harvest months have not yet come

Or maybe it is time for you to turn your love into wine

The time has come first and it is ripe

What should I do? Love

It’s a pity that it has never been recorded in the book

I finally found it but the years never come back

If I don’t come back, I miss the spring

But Will bloom again

A thousand kinds of love, some need to be watered by tears of love

The withered tenderness

will grow back in the end

Wrong love is a necessary side dish

But seeing other people talk about love is not tempting

Ask when the grapes will be ripe first

You have to wait patiently. Wait

Always keep it even if you lose the harvest

Try not to shed today’s tears in vain

Leave the stone that hurts you

< p>Absorb from your mistakes

Maybe the harvest months have not yet come and you have to accept it

Or maybe you have to turn your love into wine

The time will come first.

Imagine that there is someone on the other side of the sky

Waiting

Wooh Oh Yeah

I just wait for the grapes to be ripe and taste A glass of wine Woo

Don’t let loneliness hurt you until your hair turns gray all night long

Still get the freedom you don’t need

And the most dazzling wound I know

< p>There may not be a more beautiful encounter on the road in the future

But when all your wisdom is turned into red wine

You can still save yourself by getting drunk

Everyone has been bitter and who has not