The boy I like
Eyebrows depict the love of spring
His soul is the embodied night in the universe
Dotted with stars
Blooming before dawn
A bowl of wine, drunk and banished to immortality
The young man kissed half of the breeze and half of the lonely moon
The random waves are always signed by the evening breeze
A midsummer filled with endless life
Talk about the spring when you meet dead trees
"You will always be the final touch in my writing that builds emotion."
You will always be my masterpiece in building emotions.
Purpose: Tell our story to the moonlight
