Poetry operating room under shadowless lamp

1 Your smile drowns the pain, and my pain lies flat in gentleness. You don't give up waiting, and the sad hope that you give up is rekindled in your eyes. You give love, so that the bright sunshine comes as scheduled every morning without wings. You are still an angel and the stars twinkle in the night sky. I look for a hundred flowers that belong to me, and I look for a flower that belongs to me in the spring breeze. It's the string that accompanies me on my journey, which wraps my life tightly, my youth and my ideal are hanging on the infusion stand and pinned on the treatment tray. Don't laugh at my narrow life. The stars twinkle in the sky, so it looks profound and broad, and the flowers bloom in spring.