It's just a collection of scattered ideas, nothing special.
Everyone is waiting for the spring of poetry to come again, for that ordinary and special day of poetry, the familiar you and the strange you,
I hope spring flowers will bloom in everyone's hands
We who have not grown up have restless hearts that do not expect to be swept away by the wind and waves, and we long for the dream of freedom to go far away.
So, let's plant this spring together
Intention: I probably want to write something