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Gentle poetry
In summer, the curtains hang alone.
Swing gently, silently.
gradually
Sigh silently
No sad memories
You're here, and the wind is here.
A faded heart
Wrap it around the tip of your hair.
Quietly diarrhea, quietly watching.
A rickety curtain
listen attentively
When you leave, your steps
Smash, in my heart
The mood of reunion
Gentle poetry
Like the scorching sun.
Heartache despair
The same place
The wind blows
The desolation of the sky
Wait in the dead of night
Hide darkness and sadness
meanwhile
Slipped away quietly
Which star's tears
Gentle poetry
Who presses the slender fingers?
Have a deep night's play
Who is wrapped in transparent melancholy?
Dance your body lightly.
The wind blows gently from east to west.
The moonlight shone quietly from the eyes to the horizon.
Quietly miss it.
Those years that have not been completely forgotten
The wind conveys a different mood.
The melancholy disappeared.
The notes panicked.
Your breath is getting stronger and stronger.
Gentle poetry
Seeing your firm eyes
Tell with a broken heart
Keep your eyes waiting for a long time.
Stop on my distant face.
Your intoxicating smile
It's already casual
Deep in my heart
The white clothes on the cliff are fluttering and dancing.
Confused me.
Eager eyes
I know
Generations of trauma
Deeply imprinted on my arm. ...