50 points, please see how my poem is written. Thank you, talented brothers, talented women and sisters!

Students, swaying with fate, hiding in lonely corners, playing bloody guitars, that kind of sadness evokes the most unbearable heartstrings in the past. Once brilliant and lost, now it has become the saddest melody. I have tears in my eyes. Song is also melancholy. The sun shines brightly in the primitive wind. Everything has become so drizzly! This poem is difficult to comment on, and each has his own mood and sadness.