For life to leave a monologue, every week this time, I long for you to leave a time for yourself, parting from the reality of the turmoil, women fans only read poems for you.
Turkey to live.
is a necessary
Sometimes I want to laugh.
Have to endure.
When I really want to love.
You have to endure it.
I used to skip the night
Let the instructor hate
I once gave up the sky a string of hydrogen balls
The sky returns me with a heavy rain
I have planted the seeds of the golden chrysanthemum
I'm the only one who sees the night-blooming.
Plant the Void.
Grow a pigeon that is not in captivity
I'm not even going to tell you.
--Lin Wanyu, I won't tell you.
〉〉 in the name of the poem Dear, You deserve to be mad again for yourself .
You don't want to grow flowers.
"I don't want to see it
A little bit of litter "
To avoid the end
You've avoided all the beginnings.
In the name of the poem 〉〉 hope that someone is waiting for me
You say we need a little loneliness
Far away to No city
There's no place by the sea, you say there
A place where books can't be taken.
Not necessarily beautiful, not necessarily quiet
But there's an absolutely unparalleled loneliness waiting there.
No more state affairs, no news
Can curse or sing loudly
You can talk about a relationship without a purpose if it's not too much trouble.
But anyway, I'm still not quiet.
No matter how you interpret it,
Probably because of it, honestly.
I can't even remember being alone.
Might really need an affectionate
Faraway Place, say a little
To really think of my own existence.
I mean, no more hysterical boredom.
--Sheliteng, the reason we all have this boredom
In the name of poetry 〉〉 We need the kind of loneliness, not far away .
With a whole life to slowly miss
Is the only thing we have
A whole life!
--HSI, (after three)
If you have a lover
Let me know
Like a migratory bird to fly
Snow will know
The rotted of the root
But you'll never know
I don't have a lover.
--Ming Ren letter, talk
In the name of poetry 〉〉 When Love is gone