Sister
Please stop calling me a brat
Please don't ask me to be good again
Please don't rub my head when you are happy or excited
Please don't leave me when you are sad
please don't tell me again
Kid, you are still young, go away
sister
I have strong arms and the spirit of a young man
I can shield you from the wind and rain and the scorching sun
I'm not good
I like the way the sleeveless fists are flowing and flowing freely
I like your long fingers sliding through my hair
Leave a light fragrance
sister
say something quietly
My life matchbox has been opened
A match is lit
sister
how bright it is
I give it to you along with my matchbox
When you feel sad, don't secretly wipe away your tears again
open my matchbox
Don't be surprised
Yeah, there's nothing in it
Because I only have one match in my life
And it has been lit up for you
The author's words: I have always believed in pure love. Love is always higher than reality. In love, I am willful and desperate. I hope to be reborn in Nirvana. In the New Year, all my friends will gain love and be at ease with reality.
I write this article to my beloved, to my lover who is younger than me, to him who is timid and irresponsible. Haha, I always give up halfway. I hope that with love as the driving force, I can persevere and give my life a vivid memory.
Kid, there are always blurry shadows of you and me in novels. Everything can be faked or made up, but some of the feelings and pain experienced are real and indelible.