Talking to Zicheng
Yang Ruopeng
A poor and useless poet, loving you is to write you into poems< /p>
Identify you with all things
Reserve only a few private metaphors for you
A person who hides a light in his chest and looks at the stars, loves you
< p>It is to turn the end into a roadSalvage the missing starlight for you in the dark night
Illuminate the endless desolation on the land for you
A life like For those who are half buried in the earth with cicada wings, loving you means giving up the hasty lifespan
forging poetry to exchange for heaven's grace for you
turning the prayer wheel for you, May you be free from obsession
Perform your wishes until all is left, leaving only some colorless and tasteless love
As if I wasted an afternoon or a lifetime for you
< p>It’s just another kind of loneliness to get along with the Six PathsIt’s just the future, useless and useful, what do I know