The most beautiful love poem 1: reluctant
The sky cleared up after the rain and there was a dazzling light.
Shoot into my eyes and make the world clear.
I'm still expressionless. You are still my past.
Smile, my eyes make the dream start to wake up.
Maybe at the crossroads of the city
You and I choose left or right.
Move forward back to back
The heart is still involved.
Maybe at the crossroads of the city
You and I choose left or right.
Move forward face to face
in your eyes
in my eyes
There's another one who won't give up.
The sky cleared up after the rain and there was a dazzling light.
Shoot into my eyes and make the world clear.
I'm still expressionless. You are still my past.
Smile, my eyes make the dream start to wake up.
The most beautiful love poem 2: If one day you let go of your hand.
Crossroads near the park
How often do the traffic lights change?
Take away the rest of your tenderness
Let me be covered with scars.
Time will not stay.
A heartbreaking promise
Never Goin' Back
I love you, and you gave me a wound.
Be drenched in the rain
My heart trembled in the cold wind.
If one day you let go of my hand.
Will you never look back?
Let me clean the wound that loves you in the rain.
If one day I let go of your hand
Don't blame me for not waiting for you
Since you chose to go, why should I stay?
If one day we all let go of our hands
Don't dwell on nostalgia.
Love has passed the deadline, so forget the sadness of love.
I still remember that intersection.
The origin of love
But now it's at this crossroads
End all that you have loved.
Love with all my heart.
How to stick to it?
The most beautiful love poem 3: Maybe she will cry next second.
Maybe the next second she will cry.
Because she looks pale.
No words, no expression
White hands in red water.
Maybe the next second she'll laugh.
Because the lovely corners of the mouth are rising.
Look at this smile.
A white towel covers her face.
Maybe the next second she will answer.
Because she closed her eyes and meditated.
Half-immersed in the river, looking safe and sound.
A slight deviation is her decay.
Nothing happened.
The next second I can only cry.