What a wise darling, you looked so beautiful that my eyes, not love, but death came from me. He asked me if I had a cup of coffee. I said it would be a shame when you have me.
I am ashamed, I can not say the loneliness I have lived, the words are not enough, There is only one enemy when the head rests on the chest: the time when you are alive.
If it is a pen, all the trees in the world and all the seas are ink, but I can not write your poetry anyway.
I want a love of sight. I will die when I see it.
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