Miss the flower season
The Wings of Flowers Bloom
I still stopped.
Fate and life
I missed it.
I met my lover again.
So repeatedly
But the missed flower season
But it can never be made up.
Still remember-your eyes
A wisp of tenderness
A shy glance
How sad
How much sadness
You walk silently.
pass by
Like the cheeks of the spring breeze.
Your evasive eyes
Is inevitable tenderness.
be unresolved/unsettled
It smells of love.
Have the illusion of happiness
but
I have nothing to say. /I am speechless.
Even a greeting is silent in my heart.
Until I suddenly turned around
Want to keep
Even if you turn around inadvertently.
Only to find that—
You're gone
Disappear into the sea of people
You know-
Miss you, and you miss the flower season.
-The most beautiful flower season
"Youth is a secret that cannot be said.
I spent my whole life deciphering it.
A friend is a meteor that you can't catch.
I will cherish it all my life. "
Will, suddenly one day?
Yes, suddenly one day:
You appeared in front of me, holding my shoulder and holding me sobbing;
Yes, suddenly one day:
You disappeared from my sight without writing a word and forgetting to say goodbye;
Yes, suddenly one day:
It's nobody's fault that you said you didn't love me anymore and left a long silence.
Yes, suddenly one day:
I am no longer persistent, thank you for your gentleness and live a good personal life;
Yes, suddenly one day:
You and I met at the wrong time and place;
Will it, that's it?
I can't see, I can't see!
Yes, suddenly one day:
I miss you alone, in a world you can't see.
Yes, suddenly one day:
Open your eyes, you also want to see me;
Yes, suddenly one day:
I became too timid to touch your fingertips.
Yes, suddenly one day:
We agreed on the time, but missed the place;
Yes, suddenly one day:
Wait a minute, try to forget that feeling,
Yes, suddenly one day:
I can't open my mouth-that apology;
Yes, suddenly one day:
I was surprised to see you holding Ben on my shoulder.
Will it, like this:
Unconsciously-tears streaming down her face.
say goodbye to
Don't ask me why I left
Just like don't ask me.
Why-
Leaves sometimes fall.
Flowers have an end to success.
Yesterday seemed like a lifetime ago.
Today, we have to repeat our old dreams.
Better forget.
Forgetting is a kind of power.
I can't choose unforgettable.
But you can choose to start over.
I also wrote many sad poems. I wonder if there are any of these three you like.