Passionate modern poetry-people put you in a cold niche
I will take you back to the simple and bright earth.
They don't know I'm going to rest there, too
We want to sleep and dream together.
I let you lie on the sunny earth.
As sweet as a mother taking care of a sleeping baby
The earth will become a soft cradle.
Hold your poor child in your arms.
Then I will sprinkle soil and rose petals.
In the hazy blue moonlight.
Shut up your light body.
Appreciating this wonderful revenge, I walked away.
Because no one will go down to this hidden deep hole.
Come and compete with me for your bones and remains
Passionate Modern Poetry 2 One day, this long-term depression will become heavier.
At that time, the soul will tell my body.
It doesn't want to drag its luggage down the rosy road any more.
Although the people there are full of joy in life.
You'd think someone was digging.
Another sleeping woman has come to your quiet territory.
When people bury me.
We can talk endlessly.
Only then will you know why.
You are underage and not tired.
But you must sleep in this deep grave.
There are also bright lights in the Palace of Death.
You will understand that there are stars watching our marriage.
If you betray your engagement, you should die.
On that day, evil hands took control of your life.
According to the constellation, you left the lily cluster.
When the evil hand unfortunately reaches into the garden
Your flower of life is in a happy young age.
I once said to God: People led him to death.
They don't guide lovely souls.
Lord, let him escape from that deadly clutches.
Or indulge in your long dreams.
I can't yell at him or run with him.
It was a black storm that capsized his boat.
Let him come back to my arms or let him die when he is young.
In the years of flowers, the ship stopped running.
Don't I know how to love? Don't I have feelings?
Judge my God, your eyes are clearest!