Who can write a poem about playing mobile phone in class?

Fate invited me to play a life tragedy. Crying waves fall, and tragedies break out. You are the director of this play. You sit in a dark corner, looking forward to savoring it. When I was desperate, I sat down and cried You said, don't cry, the story will be over soon. I believe your words and continue to walk on the unfinished road. The light dimmed and I froze-you said it was the most perfect tragedy. It's just that you forgot to write the ending for me. If all the pain could disappear in an instant, would you? I don't want to, because I know I must live, always live, and I will try to live. So, what about you? If I have to write a story with my life, then, excuse me, can I assume this?