Modern Poetry
永远,我等
ever we 永远,我等
Yu Guangzhong
If the morning to hear you pour out, the most beautiful That verb, if the night he died I have nothing to fear? I love when Will love pathos, if not love gorgeous You split the United States no reason to hurt me, this summer As long as the outriggers, there will be a miracle landing In the spread of the palm of your hand, you will have landed In my palm, palm lotus For example, late summer evening, in the face pool of Qingfen The face of spontaneous combustion of the soul quietly Which one, which one would promise me If you call your nickname? As long as the pool there, as long as the summer there A Hongyan, why should you meet? Lin Zhen Zhen is a pet name, that Chen Zhen Lin Zhen Zhen a read, see Lin is to see people As long as there is mind, as long as there is a dream There are a Qingxin, the summer is dying The Montreal stubble, that is, residual sky star, immortal Lotus is still the soul Forever, I'll wait for you points lips, to say, spit it verb Who loved, far from forgotten. Anti been hurt There is always trauma. My scars Red, startling, baked lotus-shaped
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