Four poems in primary school

Wow! ~ it's really the season of love! ~ romantic! ~

Young faint warm smile.

I still miss that simple campus when I am an adult.

It's all because of your warm smile

Do you remember

The way you play basketball.

A vague smile.

once

Warm you, smile and confess to me.

The throbbing heart was taken care of by you at that time.

We face everything with our fingers locked.

Say those admirable vows in the breeze.

But when you leave,

I still can't help crying

You have been here for many years.

I remember all these decades of life.

During that time, love seemed to be frozen.

If you laugh, I will laugh, too.

If you cry, I won't remember it, which makes me fall down from time to time.

I will remember that a teenager once gave it to me.

Gave me a mint smile.

I use your smile as my courage to live.

Am I still not brave enough?

A pale blue smile

The horizon in the distance is flickering.

Like centuries of cold.

And the pale blue smile on your gentle mouth.

The long lamp of life is lit in the lighthouse of the soul.

Is the source of your light blue smile.

It is also that you are used to tears and bitter indifference.

Looking at the innocent white smile of peers.

Have you ever wanted it so badly?

But dreams will never equal reality.

Just like your mother's tears in front of you will never stop.

Countless inner puzzles

Being ridiculed by countless times is deeper.

You want to have the fear that others face once.

You naively thought that this might be the best gift in the world.

When that day really comes.

Finally, the truest smile in your life is on your lips.

Without a trace of blue, it will always be the only white.

That moment was the first time you were praised by others.

Maybe a little excited.

Will open a person's awareness of life.

Since then, you have become a very valued teenager.

However, your Excellence only temporarily calmed a broken family.

Then, your smile begins to change color.

Thousands of times of coloring, dark blue, blue and light blue are alternating.

Finally turned into a constant light blue.

That is the precipitation of your life, and it is also the keynote of your premature life.

The night before dawn is the darkest.

But the morning star brought a ray of light blue sky light.

Tomorrow, dreams, wishes

At the moment when I am looking forward to diluting the light blue in your smile