Poetry bird

No ancient poem has such a title as a bird. There is a blogger here. His name is Poem of Birds. Please refer to.

Who held my hand and made me crazy for half my life? Who caresses my face and soothes my half-life sorrow? Who lost my heart? Melt my half-life cream. Who left me? I'm the only one left. Who knows what I mean? Let me have no regrets in my life. Somebody help me with my arm. There is nothing like it in the world. Who covered my lips? I guess I was displaced in my last life. Who grabbed my arm? Except that I was frivolous in my last life. Who is holding my hand? Go crazy with me. Who kissed my eyes? Stay with me for a thousand years.