Poetry, you are the most precious

My willfulness

Your connivance

My regrets

I also longed for someone to understand the barrier of Qian Shan

You and I will know each other in the end

You and I meet in a lost road full of thorns

There is a road that no one has walked

You won't leave a word

Unless I ask you. > what would you do

my helplessness, my confusion, My confusion

You also said that you can't help

You only have a pen

and an infinite heart

You paint your rebellion, your kindness and your persistence

in every work

The same desire

There is always a cloud to read

Great art

It's free

.

Only consistent persistence

God tells the truth, goodness and beauty with its cruelty

Even in the darkest place

there is always a blue shimmer

Whenever I look up at 45 degrees, I always see

you are covered by dark clouds

You are my distant dream

You are the most precious.