Write a poem about the mind

I'll wait for you, Xu Zhimo.

I will wait for you.

I looked at the dim light outside.

Just like looking to the future,

My heart shook my ears.

Why haven't you come yet? hope

Allow flowers to bloom every second.

I'm waiting for your footsteps,

Your jokes, your face,

Your soft hair,

Everything is waiting for you,

I hope that every second,

Go to hell.-Where are you?

I want you to make my heart ache,

I want you to smile like a flame,

Want your flexible waist,

The flying star in your hair horn;

I fell into a drunken atmosphere,

Like an island,

Q: In the green waves of pythons, they float and sink involuntarily. ...

Oh, I want to eat it so much

Your arrival, longing

That magical yutan

Open the top of time!

Why don't you come? Do you have the heart?

You know, I know you know,

It was a fatal blow that you didn't come to me,

Kill the spring in my life,

Teach darkness as strong as iron in the mine,

Oppressing my thoughts and breathing;

Kill the poor bud of hope,

Hand me over, like a prisoner.

Jealousy and sadness are the shame of life.

And the cruelty of despair.

This may be an illusion. This is an illusion.

I believe that I am indeed an idiot;

But I can't turn the rudder,

Ten thousand winds won't make me hesitate-

I can't turn back, I'm lucky!

I also know that this is mainly for

The road to destruction, but

For you, for you.

I am willing to do anything;

This is not only my passion,

My only reason is also.

Idiot! Trying to break a tiny life.

To touch a woman's heart!

If you want to win, you can win at most.

A tear from her,

Her heart ached,

Unexpectedly, I made a half-hearted sneer;

But I am willing, even if

The news of my pink body has arrived

Her heart seems to be passing by.

A stubborn stone, she regards me as

Rats and bugs in the cellar,

I still want to!

Crazy truth is unconditional,

God, he can't bring one back.

Be as calm as a general.

Sometimes soldiers who were on the verge of death will be brought back.

In vain, everything is in vain,

There is no denying that you won't come.

Although there is a burning fire in my heart,

Longing for everything you have,

Your hair, your smile, your hands and feet;

Any wishful thinking and prayer

Cann't shorten it by an inch

The distance between you and me!

The twilight outside has come.

Condensed into the darkness of night,

Ice and snow hung on the branches,

Birds forget their songs,

Silence is the universe of unanimous mourning.

The hands on the clock are constantly comparing.

Mysterious gestures, like pointing,

Such as sympathy, such as ridicule,

Whenever I touch this point, I feel

My own heart

The death knell was buried alive.