Non-intersecting parallel lines modern poetry

So ice on the left and fire on the right.

So there are two parallel lines that never intersect.

Then, I have the freezing point and boiling point of life.

The same face, one is an iceberg-like indifferent aristocratic son, and the other is a flame-like licentious devil.

The promised love belongs only to me. ...

The freedom to promise, the freedom to soar endlessly in the sky. ...

Willful and stubborn, after all, I still got nothing.

..... destined to be sandwiched between two people?

..... Are you destined to be lonely forever?

Get peace, but lose freedom,

Meet two parallel lines, and then a person, continue, endless extension. ...

Snow-covered streets,

Couples,

It is reflected in the frosted window.

I'm alone.

Recall that summer.

Mysterious figures in white sunlight

An evil smile in the clear moonlight

Day and night that never intersect,

But I, a traveler,

Accidental encounter

The weak wind became hot and raging.

Turn into a whirlpool ...

When?

The bitter smile on the glass

Is it me?

Am I headstrong?

That kind of heartbreaking pain

Is it from this fragile heart?

I've been happy, but I don't want to admit it.

The pain you brought me stubbornly exaggerated me.

The last remaining

Only confusion

From the light green lawn to the sea,

Endless confusion

The weak wind became hot and raging.

Turn into a whirlpool ...

When?

The bitter smile on the glass

Is it me?

Am I headstrong?

That kind of heartbreaking pain

Is it from this fragile heart?

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