Modern poetry at the end

Modern Poetry 1 I am flying in the sky.

Looking for a place called the end

No worries and sorrows.

How many people yearn for it?

There are flowers in the wind.

You are the one who showed me the way.

You said you would wait for me at the end of the world.

It's quiet and beautiful, like heaven.

When I am lonely, I can sing.

When you are tired, just lie on the clouds.

My wings crossed the blazing sun.

I have been hurt by relentless wind and rain.

Time has changed my appearance.

It also makes me stronger.

I spent half my life.

Found that the end of the world is heaven.

How are you getting along there?

Do you miss me occasionally?

My wings can't fly far.

It's hard to see your lovely face again

I can't fly in the sky.

Find the nearest place to heaven.

Watching you quietly

Until life withers and dies ...

The end of modern poetry 2 The moon in the night sky

Saman west building

Heart of thought

Like a flying willow.

At the end of the heart

Shake and drag

Melancholy wine

Full of acacia

In the ocean of mind

Entanglement diffusion

Sometimes sweet and mellow.

Sometimes it's sour and depressing.

in an awful mess

Yao Zui

The clear moon is like a string.

But I can't play the love in my heart

Silver moon is like water

But I can't water the mulberry field in my heart

The crescent moon is like a hook.

You can't hook the years like an arrow.

Can only stand quietly at the end of the night.

Brilliant as fireworks

For you.

It's just a short time.

night

Have you heard of it?

Those wandering hearts

In a melancholy scream

Without You

Looking up at the stars alone

Instantaneous stroke

Heartrending pain

Be in my heart

A helpless sigh

The dream of clouds drifting away

Looking in the moonlight

Stand-by

When the moon understands my heart.

Waiting for the dawn to send away the moonlight like water.

then

Wave a red sun

At the end of the night

Put the content of the dream

Take it out one by one

Let it dry in the sun.

finally

with best wishes

Plant in a smiling life

Take root, sprout, blossom and bear fruit.

The end of modern poetry 3 the end of life

Are there you and your gentle eyes?

If there is

I am not afraid, I will face the darkness bravely.

end of one's life

Have your charm, your gentleness

If there is

I'm not afraid. I'll be happy when I'm cold.

end of one's life

Is there your love, your anger?

If there is

I'm not afraid, I will chase death happily.

No longer afraid of leaving forever.

Recently I often fantasize that one day I will come to the end of my life.

No breathing, no heartbeat, no feeling,

Without joys and sorrows, there is nothing in the world.

Heart, constantly trembling; Man, I'm so scared.

There are often pictures of death recently.

Pale and stiff; Weep, weep

I don't want to, I don't want to go to the end of my life like this.

I don't want to, I don't want to go to the end of my life like this.

If the end of life

With you and your gentle eyes

If the end of life

With you and your affectionate kiss

If the end of life

With you and your warm heart.

I'm not afraid, not afraid of this end or that end of life.