Poetry Someone once said this to me Once someone said this to me
This is a wordless ending
Just like the morning wind disperses
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Looking at the distant horizon in the quiet wind
That dead tree
It has fallen but still stands
A thousand-year promise
< p>Who should I talk to?Someone once said this to me
This is a hopeless waiting
Just like the endless rain
Standing in the majestic world
A lonely figure
Distant thoughts
Who is listening
Someone once did this to me Say
This is a helpless expectation
Just like the rising sun behind the dark clouds
The color dimmed, expectation and abandonment
In the gray Meditate under the sky
Broken skirt edge
Like the teeth marks of a knife
Collicing the broken heart
Injury I have been in pain and cried
Someone once said this to me
Walking through spring and autumn rain and wind
Flowers blooming and falling
I have tasted all the pain in life
What do I want to pursue?
What else can I repay?
This one is still confusing
Dream There are too many things to say
I don’t want to promise
Someone once said this to me
I finally see that you are worried
Even though No matter how much you lose
Don’t let the tears fall
Let the memory accompany you
Now it is gone and drifting in the wind
The years weave twists and turns of dreams
Why do I need to look back frequently...
Someone once said this to me
Let the past go It will last forever
Give up the past
You will gain something new
Only when you give up
will you have the joy of returning... .
But
everything
in the memory of a lifetime
can be truly forgotten
Maybe< /p>
The end of longing is forgetting
I want to forget the past
When I start to forget
The fear is overwhelming< /p>
Only those memories remain in my heart
How many times in my life have I hurt the past?
If if, if
Forgot everything
What do I have left?
The meaning of my existence is there again
The road of love
Start from there
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How to end?
......
——Written in December 2004
——Postscript: This was written a long time ago poetry. I always like to write down some words casually according to my mood, but I always forget to put the manuscripts where I write down every detail of myself. Sometimes I think of the articles I once wrote, but they are always lost. I looked through my email today. I found a few poems I had written before, so I tried to submit them.