Live in your palace one day and enjoy you.
The faint scent of orchids.
I'm not a poet, I can't.
I will accompany you to a faraway place.
Crawl at your feet and wipe away the dust of the years.
When I am hungry, I am not a poet.
Like a beggar, in your place
You can steal a bite.
I'm not a poet, when I climb.
At the top of the mountain, you can reach out to reach for the sky, as if
Across the fingertips, there are traces of your walk.
I am not a poet, I have vanity.
Cause trouble, I dare not face you, shy.
Run away like a child and hide behind the door.
I am not a poet. I picked a flower and thought.
Dedicated to you, afraid of not worthy of your crown temperament, delayed.
It withered and fell into the dust.
Flowers bloom slowly from the dust, shh.
Look, he is still in Conan's dream.
In the dream, he was already a poet.
Look, his saliva has been
Submerged land