Recently, I will take part in a hard pen calligraphy competition, saying that a hard pen is a pen. I want to copy a modern poem about friendship before long. My thesis

Let the wind blow through your hair.

Under the blue sky

Clouds are beautiful because of you.

Can someone accompany you?

I only care about memories.

I lifted you up gently,

Let the wind blow through your hair.

Back to the maple leaf in the country.

Thick red autumn.

Is anyone thinking about you?

It's all you who fall.

You left, I came,

Sprinkle some small fruits as a souvenir,

It was an age of innocence.

You're asleep, but I often wake up,

Write down your name,

That's our friendship.

The friendship of a poem

I lifted you up gently,

Let the wind blow through your hair.

Under the blue sky

Clouds are beautiful because of you.

Can someone accompany you?

I only care about memories.

I lifted you up gently,

Let the wind blow through your hair.

Back to the maple leaf in the country.

Thick red autumn.

Is anyone thinking about you?

It's all you who fall.

You left, I came,

Sprinkle some small fruits as a souvenir,

It was an age of innocence.

You're asleep, but I often wake up,

Write down your name,

That's our friendship.