My pen, in this summer, is thin in the lush time. That crumbling heart, frozen all the time, is beautiful in illusion. Flowers bloom and fall, and wind and rain gather. Can you tell me frankly which flower you are? Which cloud are you? The gloomy mind has become a mirage for 3,000 years, and all the splendid past is just a fleeting mirage. How can it be true? Where is the confusion? A confidant wrapped in lies will eventually kill the missed beauty. Those Korean arts who think they are in tune, it turns out that these are all games you directed and played. The leading role and supporting role are both you, and your acting skills are perfect. You forget that there are audiences in this world, not just you. Sincerely say: life is not acting, don't sink and lose yourself.

I can't write any more poems for you, because it's just your illusion. I can't write any more poems for you, not because I have a distance, but because you have been leaving a sincerity in the desert, letting it dry up and refusing to deliver it. I can't write poems for you anymore, because my ink is always clear as water, and I can't tolerate any turbidity. You are the carrier of a fuzzy world. You, wearing a veil, broke the charm of your dream, and your fate ended, all because you didn't cherish and treat each other honestly. This is the foundation of being a man and the truth of making friends. Life is a mirror, you can see others clearly and you can also see yourself clearly. If you don't cherish, deceive your friends and yourself, you should lose the right to make friends. Don't let lies deceive others and your own heart.

Now, I can't find a perfect reason to keep you It's up to you. Fly with the wings you brought. Early know, you are not an eagle, but you have the courage to tease the distant sky city. I can't help but say how brave you are, but you can't be crowned jade, because you are building friendship with lies, and friendship is easily blown away by the wind. So I am still me, and you are still you, deviating from each other. If fate really comes to an end, don't remember it again. If you don't cherish your feelings, throw them into the sky and follow the clouds, wind and rain.