I have
I have turned my wounds into roses
My tears
have turned into rain and have been reincarnated
I have
already saved the dialogue forever
Forgot the color of the sky
Whether it is black or gray
Broken up and hurt Who
Who made him beautiful
It doesn’t matter if my tears are turned into poems
Let you recall them again
Words are not intoxicating. Self-indulgence
Because memories are always beautiful
I have
turned my unfeeling into compliments
Because I don’t deserve it
You suddenly feel inferior and say sorry
I have
I have turned silence into confession
There is no way out
I can only be speechless
Who was hurt by the breakup
Who made him beautiful
It doesn’t matter if my tears turned into poems
< p>Let you reminisceEveryone gets drunk without words
Because memories are always beautiful
Who did the breakup hurt
Who Make him beautiful
It doesn’t matter if I write my tears into a poem
Let you recall it again
If the words are not intoxicating, everyone will be intoxicated
Your taste is always beautiful