I really don't know who can think of me.
I am not a balloon, let alone an ocean.
Definitely not a star, really not the moon.
In my eyes, balloons only represent laughter.
The ocean only represents the vast starry sky, and the eyes and the moon only represent yesterday.
I put the balloon.
Just because you write a line doesn't mean it's a poem.
The balloon is painted with stars, and the moon and the ocean hold it.
Doesn't mean giving up the sky and vastness.
I'm not smart, but I'm not stupid.
Even if I fly into the sky in a balloon, it is not the hope stipulated by others.
let alone
I have stars and I have eyes.