I'm not old enough to dream.
Just use the pen as a crutch.
And poetry
Often in the night
Stretch out a pair of transparent wings
because
An uneasy mind
Always need to fly
Running around in the world of mortals
There is always some sadness.
Looking for a quiet place
There are colorful spring scenery that is not old.
There is romantic blue moonlight.
Let the soul sing freely there
Pens plow at night.
Thoughts set off the waves of the sea.
Persistence is its character.
Love is its direction.
Dreams travel through reality.
The heart is an eternal force.
Mix blood into ink
Write several pages of poetry
The stars light up the lights in the night sky.
A journey to light my mind.
Write white clouds in the blue sky
Pull the breeze and help it swim.
Write about the white sail on the sea
Let passion ride the wind and waves
I daub my face with young youth.
It seems that the whole world is bathed in flowers.
Inject happiness into your eyes.
What difficulties?
Don't try to stop me.