Be fresh, just like this song
, think of the forest, if your garden is burned, the mind of the poet is hungry
, the same as not
a single sonnet has been sold to the devil, the
thought of renewing the night, be the dawn of the thought, be the thought of the
hand that follows the key of the
thought of the hand that has drawn the sun
on forty cloudy pillars again,
be my thought, which is still like my old one
, with the same friendship and the same generosity
, with the same heart, the heart that always
beats for you to infinity
.If our roof is broken, we can rebuild, we can make a voice for
each other, we can praise each other for oneness,
O my name, the lovers
who still have the gold,
who are still the
keepers of poetry, all of them are of the spring material, dont say the famine of light here, our lovers are our own light, for your
nostalgia, dont say the famine of light here, our
lovers here are our own lovers, they
are all light, for your nostalgia, all of them are the stone of patience,
sell the cry
to laugh that my laughter is ruined
, read it again, like the old ones, who are fans of your voice
, the new day is cheap. In your
new clothes, fortune and bed,
your hand can still make a new day,
dont say the famine of light here, our
lovers here are our own lovers, they are the light
for missing you, they are all the stone of patience,
dont say the famine of light here
, our lovers are our own light,
they are all the stone of patience for your nostalgia.
