Let me completely accept death in the sun.
The pain of skin and the pain of soul
My blood moistens a grass and grows wildly.
I will not cry because of pain. When you choose silence.
Why are tears running down my cheeks? stranger
Please don't be sad, a knife has pierced my heart.
Those strange eyes make me sink.
My body died quietly in the June sun.
Lie down. A fly corroded me and a butterfly saved me.
Forget, even burn old dreams.
Standing in the sun will give you a new soul.
Squeeze slowly to squeeze out excess water in life.
The wind continued to blow. The sun came out of my eyes again.
Don't say hurt and hatred, just use a poem to interpret a feeling.