Lovegraphy

How long has my heart been weary.
instead of throbbing with enthusiasm,
he gets tired as he breathes.
The more he looks into the distant past,
the more he flutters madly,
he says either go or miss him.
either the last blow or to a resentful one.
How many years old nest at once
is ready to change to an unknown distance.
Like how many years to go to the Sun
To fit in the palm of your hand while walking begs for
"hold my hands, what will happen!"
the dawn is just breaking
Stay up late for the last time to the dewy window
and a black wooden frame on the side wall
I look sad.
It seems that the sparrows are calling me tomorrow.
I miss going for a lifetime.
Forget me, our love,
forget it once and for all.
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