2. Original text
Life can actually be a poem,
If you can let me move on slowly.
Quietly looking forward to finding,
As the twilight deepened,
Through the unknown mud,
In the dark clouds,
Finally shed tears for everyone.
Missed or not missed encounters,
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm,
My heart will be cleaner,
If you are willing to wait,
All the clouds,
Eventually, it will all flow into a river.