Love is too short and forgetting is too long. I can write a sad poem tonight. For example, write' The night is starry, the stars are blue and tremble in the distance'. The night wind is spinning and singing in the sky. I can write the saddest poem tonight. I love her, and sometimes she loves me. I held her in my arms on such a night. I kissed her again and again under the boundless sky. She loves me, and sometimes I love her. How can people not love her big quiet eyes? I can write the saddest poem tonight. Think of me without her. I feel like I've lost her. Listen to the endless night, it will be more endless without her. Poetry falls into the soul as dew falls into the pasture. What does it matter if my love can't keep her? The night sky is starry and she is not with me. That's all. Someone is singing in the distance. In the distance. My soul is not content to lose her. My eyes tried to find her, as if to draw her closer. My heart is looking for her, and she is not with me. The same night turns the same tree white. At that time, we were no longer the same. I don't love her anymore, that's for sure, but how much I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another person's. She will be someone else's. Just like she did before I kissed her. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I don't love her anymore, that's for sure, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because on such a night, I held her in my arms, and my soul was not satisfied with losing her. Although this is the last pain she made me suffer, it is also the last poem I wrote for her.
I can write tonight. I can write the saddest poem tonight. For example, write "The night is full of stars, which emit blue light and tremble in the distance". The night wind is spinning in the sky, humming. I can write the saddest poem tonight. I love her, and sometimes she loves me, just like tonight. I once held her in my arms and kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loves me, and sometimes I love her. How can you not love her quiet eyes? I can write the saddest poem tonight. Thinking that I don't have her, I feel that I have lost her. Listen to the vast night, because it is wider without her. Poetry falls into my soul like dew on the grass. What if my love can't get her? There are stars all over the sky, but she is not with me. That's all. Someone is singing in the distance. So far away. My emptiness is because without her. My eyes looked for her and tried to draw her closer; My heart is looking for her, but she is not with me. The same night makes the same tree white. At that time, we were not like each other. I don't love her anymore, that's for sure, but I used to love her more. My voice tried to follow the wind to touch her hearing. Others' are like my thousands of kisses, her voice, her white body and her endless eyes. She'll be someone else. I don't love her anymore, that's for sure, but maybe I still love her. Love is too short and forgetting is too long. Through a night like tonight, I held her in my arms, and my soul was lost because of losing her. This is the last time she made me suffer, and this is the last poem I wrote for her.