Let the world full of love
Condense into our expectations
In the dark, you cry helplessly.
In the storm, you wander alone
Dark clouds are gathering, and you have broken your wings.
Cold wind and drizzle, you freeze the future.
Let the world full of love
Baptize our feelings
I am a spring breeze.
Melt your sadness.
I am a ray of sunshine.
Evaporate your wordless failure
Filament and thread
A trickle makes a river of love.
Let the world full of love
We expect flowers to bloom in our dreams.
I am a wayward child.
Gu Cheng
perhaps
I am a child spoiled by my mother.
I am very self willed
I hope
Every moment.
As beautiful as colored crayons.
I hope
You can draw on your beloved white paper.
Freedom to paint clumsily.
Draw the next picture Never.
With tears in my eyes
A piece of sky
I want to draw the morning.
Draw a smile that dew can see.
Draw all the youngest
Love without pain
Draw an imaginary picture.
My lover
She has never seen a cloud.
Her eyes are the color of a clear sky.
She always looks at me.
Forever, watch
Never turn around suddenly.
I want to paint the distant scenery.
Draw a clear horizon and water waves
Draw many happy rivers.
Painting mountains—
Full of fuzzy fluff
I put them together.
Let them fall in love.
Let every acquiescence
Every quiet spring is exciting.
Turned into a little flower's birthday.
I am a wayward child.
I want to erase all my misfortunes.
I think on earth
Draw all the windows
Let all eyes get used to the darkness.
Accustomed to the light
I want to paint a style.
Draw a mountain higher than the last one.
Draw the desire of the oriental nation
Draw the sea—
Endless sweet sound
Finally, in the corner of the paper
I want to paint myself, too
Draw a koala
He sat in the dark jungle of Victoria.
Sitting on a quiet branch
stare blankly
He has no home.
There is no heart in the distance.
He only has a lot.
Berry dream
And big eyes.