Modern five-character quatrains in red poems

Infatuation will inevitably turn into dust, and lovesickness will never die. Never regret crying in the world of mortals, and heaven and earth swear together.

When I'm alone

Close your eyes.

I'm so happy.

I am a twin.

I am a dimple.

I am a toy warehouse.

I am a touching song.

I am a squeaky squirrel.

I am a gong.

I have brown skin.

I am a branch that turns red.

anyway/no matter what/ in any case

I am what I want to be.

I can do whatever I want.

but

As soon as I open my eyes,

Alas!

I am still me.