The heart is moving towards not being confused.
Full of white hair
Not dusk
But to put every idea.
Talk to a distant place
Honey, where are you?
Why haven't I heard from you for so long?
The pace of return
It's the distant scenery.
The shackles of your love.
The heart has been confused by foreign feelings?
In spring, put on its clothes.
Shake it off one by one in front of my eyes
Harvest fruit
Filled with layers of autumn.
Your love
When will it land next to me?
My heart will never change.
Even if lightning breaks me into pieces.
I will still stick to the fields and hills.
I'm waiting for the hurricane.
Let it take away my countless love.
Fly in your distant starry sky
I'd rather be a dandelion.
On the night of early summer
Slightly open
With a quiet and far-reaching innocence.
Prove my static state
I would rather be a dandelion.
In a stormy night
Loneliness, my withering
I won't cry or laugh.
Hold on to my wings.
I would rather be a dandelion.
In the sunny season
Still my bright happiness
Although no one cares
until one day
The breeze took me to the sky.
I will cry.
Because I left my body
I will laugh.
Because I promised to fly.
I'm not afraid.
Those naive children
Smash my soul to pieces
Not afraid either.
The last light of the night
Swallow me up and disappear.
I'm just a dandelion
Free in the world of self.
I'm just a dandelion
With the most elegant gesture
Deduct into my existence
Don't cry.
Don't laugh.
Don't talk.
Poetry 3 about dandelion If it is only one step from the lawn to the desert.
From friend to lover, how many years will it take me to reach your heart?
If the beauty of dandelion lies in its uniqueness
Writing snow-white loneliness in the green ocean
What about me?
Ordinary, are you easy to forget?
If it's only a step from land to sea.
From greeting to holding hands, how many years will I be your lover?
If the beauty of dandelion lies in its appearance.
Countless pure angels weave the same dream.
What about me?
Do nothing, can you only watch yourself fade away all your life?
The wind blows
Fly high, blow away dreams
I also brushed away the tears hanging on my cheeks.
Finally, laughter became a good medicine to cover up the pain.
This may be like a flash in the pan,
But it will also bloom with amazing beauty.
Maybe as proud as dandelions,
But there will also be hope to weave the beauty of heaven.
Then let me ask you,
For you, I can wait ten thousand years.
So, will you wait for me all day?
The wind blew away,
Wandering dandelions,
With my thoughts,
Fly to the blue or lavender sky
Poetry 4 about dandelion When the breeze blows,
I endured the pain and left my bud.
I'm sure branches hurt, too, right?
Drifting in the wind, I tried to change direction.
But the wind is much stronger than me.
Then he let me know his ability.
Hit my little body hard.
I gradually fell into a coma.
Wake up in another heaven.
It can also be called hell. I began to let the soil bury me.
I haven't seen the sun for a long time. This time is called decadence.
After countless struggles
I decided to regain the sunshine.
With the help of rain, I finally ran to this sunless world.
I am trying to grow up and spread my branches and leaves.
At this time, no matter how strong the wind is, I can't shake it.
A second, a minute and an hour passed slowly.
I live a so-called life.
The day finally came, and the dandelion around me was taken away by the wind.
take one's own road
I gradually lost my strength and felt that I just needed to sleep.
But this kind of sleep is forever.
Maybe I left nothing behind.
Maybe I left the whole world behind.