Modern Poetry About Emotions (Modern Poetry, About Feelings) 1. Modern Poetry About Emotions
Modern Poetry About Love 1. You are the unknowing I can't guess, and I am the irrelevant you can't think of.
2, spring breeze first-class juvenile heart, idle love hate can not help. 3, love is attached, love is dedication, is the pain of longing, is the sweetness of memories, is difficult to part with, is the morning and evening heart trembling with anticipation, lover, how are you? 4, love is two similar nature in the infinite feeling of harmonious intermingling.
5, love you soon, only a lifetime; love you not long, only wish a life. 6, love too fast, whether heartbreak will follow? Commitment to too much, whether the future will be a blank! 7, in fact, love is an onion head, you a piece of peel down there will always be a piece that will make you shed tears.
In this process you need to pay is perseverance, tolerance, patience and passion. 8, a sea of people, tenderness is the love of your navigation; miserable cold night, warm only want to embrace for you; long life, hand in hand with you *** enjoy the beautiful; heaven and earth, love you until the end of time; the world is only you are my mind to rely on! 9, no your days, I will cherish myself more; no my years, you have to take care of yourself? 10, regardless of whether it is your original shares, would like to do your potential shares, after marriage into the performance, performance will be dividends every year.
11, I give all the world's true love to the moon, to her for you to light up every shadow in life! 12, not accompanied by a bright window sitting alone, not left with a human heart, the world how to be alone? There is no loneliness in the world! 13, I do not know the soul has been broken, empty dreams follow. In addition to the moon in the sky, no one knows.
14, love is a plate of sand, gentle to a home; love is a cup of wine, sweet long time to keep. 15, love is fate, love is moving, love is habit, love is tolerance, love is sacrifice, love is understanding, love is a lifetime commitment.
16, feel right on the love! But don't say the sky is the limit, every day feeling is not the same, not to mention the future. 17, from the farewell, remembering to meet, a few times the soul dream with you.
18, love, need time; love, also need honesty; love, also need language to express. 19, love a person does not need to be too long, love a person to a lifetime, and then the good past let it become memories, to stay in the past is to give up the future.
20, asked I love you how long, only one day more than forever! Romantic and beautiful love sentences 1, you, destined to be my heart in this life stationed in the scenery, a world of unrequited love. In order to you, I would like to cut my fingers, drip blood into a circle, circle your deep love, even if the roses fall into the mud into dust, I am also willing to wait for the heartache of this life.
2, love a song, sing all the tears of the heart, blood write love sadness hate, the other side of the flower blossom no return date, read their own story, a love, a section of the love sadness, so that this life is touched by, so that this moment for the tears, so how many remorseless ink pen for the lyrics of the ageless grudge song. Nirvana Que words, allow me to freeze under three feet of ice, let the acacia static water flow deep, the night is deeper, ask the wind outside the curtain, who is silhouetted, comfort me cool? 3, this life has you, so my love is so strong, in fact, I have long read the last look back when you left, that is the world's most helpless determination, your reluctance is silent.
4, if, love a person, keep a love, can be in the early spring together to go trekking, can be in the summer together to enjoy the lotus, can be in the light of the fall together to see the moon, can be in the deep winter together to find plum, not tired, but joy, not ordinary, but plain. Then, this life will have no regrets.
5, has always thought that in terms of feelings is a very sensible person, can grasp the size, know how to measure the distance, but in front of you, messed up the square, lost the soul, is this the so-called love? I don't know, I really don't know, I only know, this feeling is very beautiful, very sweet, so I am not willing to part with, hard to forget. 6, eye waves like water, reflecting the stars outside the window.
A blurred vision of starlight, in the light of the clouds in the vague flash. The air is filled with your breath.
You are the one who can't forget the dream of my life, the one who can't explain the love affair. 7, a smoke and rain, an acacia, memory of you, just soul, your body is still in the ancient town of the South, if you cut a section of the story in the rain can meet with you, then she would rather cut this bitter acacia rain flowers.
8, think of you is a passion, think of you is also a kind of happiness, think of you, is the source of my happiness, let me go back to the age of love, the kind of thoughts in the bottom of the heart to spread, spread ...... 9, the heart is on the road, the idea of the far away. July branches have gradually hung full of green fruit flesh.
Behind my bright smile, only you can understand that strand of sorrow that can not be melted. 10, who is waiting for who hopelessly, who will be left behind? Who is in the persistent loneliness for whom, who will be located in the nothingness? The ruler of the broken heart can not measure the distance of the love of each other, the slightest movement of the corners of the mouth, embellished in the night sky of my thoughts of your heart ...... 11, you are a song of a hundred turns of love, is a chapter of the heart, rowing on one side of the oar, swinging an ark, with a sail, chasing after your vague back, from a distance, you are my life can not be in full bloom as expected flowers, so that I can not bear to put down the pen of love poetry. I can't bear to put down the pen of love poetry, alone in love with the red dust, life and death, hard to describe the heart of the words, only the body of the gentleman outside the clouds of the sky.
12, perhaps, this life, you are destined to be my destiny can not overcome the love riparian. I know, in the future, you will always be entrenched in the depths of my heart, even though love you will be lonely all my time, I will still guard the memories, in the season of green fat and red thin, in the days of happiness and sadness, pouring my world of infatuation.
13, love, should be willing to plain, but not plain; should be willing to ordinary, but not ordinary. No longer think about the past, no longer obsessed with once.
14, cooking smoke, I wait for you at the door. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The leaves are yellow, I'm waiting for you under the tree.
The moon is bending, I'm waiting for you on the fifteenth day of the month.
When the rain comes, I wait for you under the umbrella. The water is freezing, I'm waiting for you on the riverbank.
Life is tired, I'll wait for you in heaven. When we are old, I will wait for you in the next life.
15, was stained by acacia shallow time, in you and I look at each other across the bank in a leisurely flow. The footsteps of the current year trampled the wordless vicissitudes.
The heart of those vivid past, is my eyes can never erase the melancholy. 16, if the meeting is the edge, this edge and always come and go in a hurry, edge to edge to go like the sea of duckweed, a brief meeting on the face of things, emotions may be the most fragile, can not withstand the assault of the storm, touching the pain, how much bone-crushing love in the wind, how many lovesickness scattered in the rain, the lonesome of the midnight, a cavity thought.
2. What are the modern poems that describe "feelings"
1. "Teach me how not to think of him" by Liu Bannong The sky is full of clouds, and the ground is full of breezes. ah ...... The breezes are blowing my hair, teach me how not to think of him, and the moonlight is in love with the ocean. The ocean is in love with the moonlight ah ...... This honey-like silver night teaches me how not to think of him The flowers on the water surface flow slowly The fish under the water swim slowly ah ...... The swallows, what are you talking about? Teaches me how not to think of him The withered trees shake in the cold wind The wildfires burn in the twilight ah ...... The western sky is still a little bit of residual sunshine, how can I not think of her.2. Farewell Kangqiao Xu Zhimo Gently I left, just as I gently came; I gently beckon me to say goodbye to the clouds of the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset, and the colorful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart. The green peltatum on the soft mud, oily and waving under the water; in the soft waves of the Kanghe River, I am willing to be a water plant The pool under the shade of that tree is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky Kneaded between the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
The dream? The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of your life, and then you'll be able to get the best out of your life, and then you'll be able to get the best out of your life! I'm leaving quietly, just as I came quietly; I wave my sleeve, not taking away a cloud.3. Rainy Lane Dai Wangshu Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone wandering in the long, long and lonesome rainy alleys, I hoped to meet a lilac like a girl with a sorrowful heart.
She is lilac in color, lilac in fragrance, and lilac in sorrow, and she is grieving in the rain, grieving and wandering; she is wandering in the lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and like me, she is silently walking with coldness, sadness, and despondency. She approached in silence, approached, and cast a breathless gaze, and she drifted by, like a dream, like a dream, poignant and confused.
Like a lilac floating through a dream, this woman floated by my side; 4. Understanding is silent and warm Liu Zhanqiu Understanding is silent and warm Sending each other an apple's smile Dawn in early spring quietly melts the snow respecting every tree's freedom to bloom the way it wants to bloom, even in the color, the shell, and the sweet-sour taste of the fruits If understanding dissolves in the air and is breathed in for each one of us, it's a happiness to be understood Understanding is also a happiness Never experienced such soft sunshine like a falling feather, like a loving touch. Autumn, unusually quiet, apples mysteriously hang with white frost. Never experienced such soft sunshine like a unhooked boat, like a rolling ball of pom-pom. The west wind raises the sails of the bluish clouds, and the maple leaves secretly look at you. Perhaps the pursuit of happiness will fall unexpectedly. Maybe happiness will come down unexpectedly Nature, every time your beauty stirs the heart, there are a thousand harmonious sounds 1. Emotional Poet Xu Zhimo: Xu Zhimo (January 15, 1897 - November 19, 1931) is a modern poet and essayist.
His original name was Zhang Jiao, his initials were ritual bonfire, and he changed his name to Zhimo when he was studying in England. Pen names used: Nanhu, Shizhe, Haiku, Gu, Dabing, Crane in the Clouds, Xianhe, Censored Me, Heart Hands, Yellow Dog, D谔, etc..
Xu Zhimo, a representative poet of the Crescent School and a member of the Crescent Poetry Society, graduated from Hangzhou No. 1 Middle School in 1915, and went on to study at Shanghai's Hujiang University, Tianjin's Beiyang University, and Peking University.
In 1918, he went to the United States to study banking at Clark University. In 1918, he went to Clark University in the United States to study banking. He graduated in ten months with a bachelor's degree and a first-class honor award.
In the same year, he was transferred to Columbia University's Graduate School of Economics in New York, and in 1921, he went to England to study political economy as a special student at Cambridge University.
In Cambridge for two years, he was y influenced by Western education and European and American romanticism and aestheticism poets.
In Cambridge, he was y influenced by Western education and European and American romantic and aesthetic poets.
In 1923, he founded the Crescent Society, and in 1924, he became a professor at Peking University.
In 1926, he became a professor at Guanghua University, Daxia University, and Nanjing Central University (renamed Nanjing University in 1949), and in 1930, he resigned from his positions in Shanghai and Nanjing, and at the invitation of Hu Shih, became a professor at Peking University once again, as well as a professor at the Beijing Women's Normal University.
On November 19, 1931, she was killed in a plane crash. His representative works include Farewell to Cambridge and A Night in Filippo.
2. The characteristics of modern poetry: (1) the form is relatively free. (2) Connotation is open (3) Imagery is more important than rhetoric.
(4) high degree of generalization, distinctive image, strong lyricism and harmonious musicality, and the form is arranged in rows.
3. Modern Emotional Verses
The precursor of loneliness
Under the moon
Loneliness wraps the stars
Darkness encircles the sky
Under the rain
Washes the stumps of the trees
The blood of rabbits
Grows snow-white fluffy
Darkness
Fireflies can't light the lamp
The firefly can't light the lamp
The firefly can't light the lamp. > Fireflies can't light their lamps
Anxious ants
Lost their way
Lonely wounded geese fly by
Cloaked in darkness
Loneliness is a journey, too
Autumn, it's getting cooler
Dawns say goodbye without a sound
Silent stillness, off to another summer
Frogs have ceased to sing
The frogs have stopped singing.
Only the crickets chirped a few sad chirps from time to time
I saw -
Mice digging holes in the cornfields
Curled up in their cozy nests made of straw
Sweetly sleeping, sleeping
On the Strand there were the footprints of the shepherd boy walking by
The old bull chews the yellow grass on the strand
Watching the lonely geese crossing the sky
Blown away by the wind
What do I say to the summer
And what should I say to the fall
Facing the sad winds of Xiao Xiao
It is time for me to add more clothes
4. Ancient Poems about Emotions
Poems about emotions
1. Seeing each other is like not seeing each other, and having emotions is still like having no emotions.
2, to take the flowers lazily look back, half of the cultivation and half of the gentleman.
3, ten years of life and death, do not think about it, since the unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about bleak.
4, a small window, is combing makeup, look at each other without words, but there are a thousand lines of tears.
5, I live in the head of the Yangtze River, you live in the end of the Yangtze River, day by day I think of you do not see you, *** drink a river water.
6, where the blowjob, the pulse of love slightly tease.
7, the past has become empty, but also like a dream.
8, I wish you heart like my heart, will not live up to the idea of love
9, and to the green poplar had folded place, do not talk about dropping the whip, stepped all over the road of autumn.
10, the sky is not old, love is hard to stop, heart like a double silk net, there are a thousand knots.
11. The moon is on the top of the willow, and the people are about after dusk. --Zhu Shuzhen "Shancha Zi"
12, the moon is slanting, the autumn wind is cold, tonight the old man to come or not? I've been taught to stand in the shadow of the sycamore tree.
13. This love can be recalled, but at that time it was already lost.
14: The flower can be folded straight must be folded, do not wait for no flowers empty branch.
15, the crowd looking for him a thousand degrees, suddenly looked back, that person is in, the lights out of the place.
16, once the sea is hard to water, in addition to the witch mountain is not cloud.
17, cover the silver screen, hanging green sleeves.
18, but also afraid of the two people are thin life, and then the fate of the stingy, the remaining moon zero wind.
19, know what I mean, feel pity for you, this love must ask the sky. I wish you would pick up more flyers, this thing is the most lovesick. --Wang Wei's "Acacia"
21, the grass even the sky without intention, the sound of wild geese far to Xiaoguan to go no that the dust is easily extinguished, (the) swallows are still, soft pedal curtain hooks said.
22, slow face smiling, look at each other infinite love.
23, the intestines broke the moon bright red nutmeg, the moon is like then, people are like then, is not it?
24, this love can be eliminated nowhere, only under the eyebrows, and on the heart.
25, sung after the autumn graveyard sadness has not yet rested, the spring bushes recognize to take the double perched butterfly.
26, tears, paper ash.
27, three feet of scorched wood for the death of the gentleman, this song will not play again.
5. Seek: ancient poems or modern poems in all the classic lines about love
01. We can forget everything in this world, but love is the exception.
02. Because love is often unpredictable, so it fades a lot of times often not to our will to shift, if indeed ever loved, then love will never be forgotten. 03. Love is this, she let us when and where we think of each other, if the thoughts fade away, disappeared, love is also the end.
04. The world can pass everything, but love can stay forever, although love so sad. Only the memory, will be a deep untouchable form, stored in the heart.
05. Even if you can not be treated well, but that is still kindness, but the illusion of thin, even if again dramatic, still only fireworks, leaving nothing but a cold dust. 06. 06. If it is possible, some things must be used all that can have, the ability to do their best to remember it.
Because a lot of things we slowly, slowly will become do not remember. 07. Life is a beam of light fluttering in the countless fine dust, with the wind swings can not be stored, not to be detected and need to ask, and finally just silence.
08. Time runs counter to memory, which is cast into nothingness and begins to be without beginning or end. 09. 09. We will never understand each other's feelings, but are willing to deliver them to each other.
10. Because of loneliness to love, often fall into a deeper and deeper hopeless loneliness. 11. Obviously should not fall in love with the beginning of the person, but fell in love, even if they have been telling themselves that there is no problem, so far everything is okay, the final result, finally, or pulverized.
12. Only in love, a woman lives like a woman. 13. 13. Love is like a glass of water, the beginning is to quench the thirst, after drinking, it will seep into your blood, into your bones, unknowingly indispensable.
14. Love is the most extravagant pleasure, but the end is often sad. 15. 15. People's hatred of lies is understandable, but who dares to say they will never lie? And the absolute is, people often have promised not to lie after where to say a lie, some lies have not been uncovered in a lifetime, some lies and can not be hidden until dawn.
16. In the moment of despair, with someone with a small hope, and try to make each other believe that there will be realized one day, this painful joy, only in love will happen, right? 17. People adapt themselves to a certain kind of life. 18. Is the person who does not shed tears not crying in another form? 19. There is no animal in the world that runs faster than time and life, and it is not the speed of time but the slow dance of love between two souls that races past.
20. After a person makes a decision, he will always wonder if another decision will be better, but who knows? 21. When you don't feel anything for a person anymore, you will find many reasons not to love him. 22. When love carries more hope, it will also be disillusioned faster.
23. Love is always sweet in the beginning, and later there is boredom, habit, abandonment, loneliness, despair and coldness. 24. Love is always the most beautiful when it is suffering, and never fades away if it does not go to the beginning, but who will press on not to start it? 25. In fact, our life, is one dream after another, sometimes we indulge in the dream inside, not willing to wake up, we cried, laughed, sad, happy in the dream, when the dream woke up, we start another dream, those who are not willing to come out of the dream, stay in the memories forever.
26. Some people will always be engraved in life, even if you forget his voice, forget his smile, forget his face, but every time you think of him, that kind of feeling, but never change. 27. Love can perhaps be a lonely alcohol, free lust, an immovable game, a dark shadow dragging behind, marriage is a way of life, not the end, love is likewise a way of life, not the ideal, so, for us, love can be replaced, and perhaps prefer to be replaced.
Love is a flower growing on the edge of the cliff, want to pick must have the courage Fish said to the water: "In your life, I am the first fish?" The water said: "You are not the first fish in the water, but it is the first in my heart" I am not a fish, you are not water, we are not the first in each other's lives, but you are the first person I want to marry Distance produces the beauty and longing are temporary, are from one side of the party is not close to the unaccustomed to once this unaccustomed to be accustomed to, distance will produce estrangement, the distance will produce estrangement. Once this unaccustomed to be accustomed to, the distance will produce estrangement Life is a contract that can be terminated at any time, love in the most pure and beautiful time, but can cross the life and death Perhaps it is the arrangement of fate, so that we are in an accidental time, an unexpected place, because a little accident to meet the destiny of the person There is a feeling is always in the insomnia to admit that is the Acacia There is a kind of destiny is always waking up after a dream to admit that is the eternal There is a kind of gaze is always in the breakup of the only to see is the love There is a feeling that is always recognized as longing when you sleep, a fate that is always recognized as eternity when you wake up from a dream, a gaze that is always recognized as longing when you break up, a mood that is always recognized as loss when you part, and a feeling that is always recognized as loss when you part. The highest level of love is "not to say", that is, to put love in the heart, in the mouth, look forward to the bottom of the eye, are more valuable than hanging on the mouth and heartstrings Love was originally telepathy, the depth of which lies in the ineffable feeling Every girl is a tearless angel, when the angel fell in love with the boy, there are tears, tears in the sky time to fall into the mortal world, so every boy should not let down your girl, because he has given up the whole of paradise for you The world has a lot of outstanding men and beautiful women, but belongs to the Your feelings are only one, do not change your love because of other people's eyes, do not live in other people's eyes and lose yourself, and never be too greedy Love + love = twice the love Love - love = selfless love Love * love = infinite love Love / love = the only love No one is intentionally to change his heart, he loves you when he really loves you, but he does not love you when he really does not love you When a person does not love you, you have to ask the person who does not love you to leave you. When a person doesn't love you, you have to ask yourself if you still love him, if you don't love him, don't refuse to leave for the sake of poor self-esteem, if you still love him, you should hope that he will be happy and happy, and hope that he will be with the one who he really loves, and will never stop it, if you stop him from being happy, that means that you don't love him anymore, and if you don't love him anymore, you don't have anything.
6. What are the modern poems about "mood"
1, "Mood"
By: Overweight - Modern
Mood, sometimes,
will be like a rock in the mountains.
The lonely half,
hardened,
letting the clinging mosses and unknown wildflowers
save up for the sun's splendor,
Moods, at times,
can be like the heavy rain in the sky.
The whole thing is pouring out to the silent earth.
Let the ancient rivers and the veins of life
stimulate the soul to cry out.
2, "Mood"
By: Xinglian
We parted on the road in search of a dream,
and our hurried steps could not wait to become poetry.
The back of the face is a wordless command,
The ten million voices of treasure is not as important as that one time to summarize.
I never like to walk in light clothes,
The sadness of the time is a round of watery sun.
Except for a trace of attachment, I can't adapt to the forward movement of the steps,
my wounded heart is no longer willing to look back.
Please use the cloudy day to measure the mood of a person,
Don't forget to imagine because of the silence.
The expression of a smile may be a disguise,
The true happiness is like the spring flowers blooming in the heart.
Please pay attention to everything in the world with a sympathetic mind,
No one can still be strong in the constant experience.
As your doubts are coated with complex colors,
The once rippling waters are now dying in precipitation.
3, "Mood"
By Zi Rui - Modern
The spring rain is as fine as sorrow,
and the silk is wrapped around the heart.
The sun is shy,
hiding behind dark clouds.
The lazy heart is flooded with unwilling waves,
who come,
salvage that,
heavy, wet, cool mood.
4, "Moods"
By Shi Chong'an - Modern
Helpless moods,
won't be expressed by tears.
All the time,
Used to keep silent.
See each other across the sky,
Walk the good road.
Your own mood,
just explode.
In a speechless stalemate,
if there is no blue sky.
The fate is sealed,
in a heavy rainstorm.
A world of moods,
too tight to be loosened.
5, "Holding the Mood"
By Overweight-Modern
When sprouting tillers,
Hold the mood of the sprouting tiller.
When in bloom,
hold the mood for blooming.
When fruiting,
hold the mood for fruiting.
7. What are some modern poems or idioms about love
That year, I knocked my head on the mountain road, not for the purpose of seeing you, but just for the warmth of being close to you. That January, I turned all the scripture tubes, not for the purpose of transcendence, but just for the purpose of touching your fingertips. That lifetime, I turned to the mountains, not for the purpose of repairing the next life, but just for the purpose of meeting you on the way. -- If I loved you, I would not be like the climbing roller coaster, showing myself by your high branches: If I loved you, I would not repeat the monotonous song for the shade of the green like an infatuated bird; I would not be like the spring, which sends me cool consolation all the year round; I would not be like the peaks, which add to your height, and set off your majesty.
Even daylight. Even the sunlight. Even the rain.
No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok near you, as the image of the tree and stand with you. Roots, clasped in the ground, leaves, touching in the clouds.
With every gust of wind, we greet each other, but no one understands our words. You have your iron and bronze branches, like a sword, like a sword, like a halberd, and I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a gallant torch, and we share the cold, the thunder and the wind, and we enjoy the mists and the rainbows, as if we were separated for ever, and yet we cling to each other for life, and this is the greatness of love, and here is constancy: not only your greatness, but also the ground you hold on to, the ground you tread on.
What is love? What is love? It's a gorgeous dress, and we are crazy about it in our heartbeat. What is love? It's a classic song, and how many people have sung about it in the past? What is love? It's the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhuyingtai, and it's in the history of the world, and it's in our thoughts. What is love? It's a pair of free birds in the sky, and it's flying in the wide world. What is love? It's a storm at midnight, where there's no shelter, where we can learn to be strong. What is love? It's a sunset at dusk, where the world is left in a state of sadness, where the world is left in a state of sorrow. What is love? It's the milestones of our journey, where we grow up as we hurry along. What is love? It's the waves in the sea, where even a brave sailor loses his way. What is love? Love is just plain water, with no taste, but you have to drink it every day. Love is water, tasteless, but you have to drink it every day. Love is coffee, bitter and strong. Love is wine, so strong that you can't wake up. Love is the warmth of spring, but also the steepness of spring, which can lead to a cold. Love is a gentle kiss after a big storm. Love is a fire, which burns out your passion and intelligence, and makes you tired and stupid. Love is a rubber man, which hurts when you hit it hard. Love is a book, no matter how well educated you are. No matter how educated you are, it's a book without words. What is love? It's the curbing of desire, it's a straitjacket, it's less pride in front of your lover, it's a banner of love, it's not a song of freedom, it's a romance, it's a rhythm of life, it's a dullness, it's a sweetness for lovers, it's a dullness for couples, it's a truth, it's a give and take, a sale of feelings, it's a trade, it's a sale of love. Is it a trade of feelings? Who can answer what love is? I don't need to know, because I can do it with my heart. I love you, not only for the way you look, but also for the way I look when I'm with you. I love you not only for what you do for me, but also for what I can do for you.
I love you because you can call out the most true part of me. I love you because you cross the wilderness of my heart as easily as sunlight penetrates crystal, and my foolishness and my weaknesses are almost non-existent in your gaze.
And the most beautiful part of my heart is illuminated by your light, and no one else has bothered to go that far, and no one else has found it too much trouble to look for it, so no one has ever found my beauty, so no one has ever been here. Lemon Tree - I want to Draw Knowing Language (Original) With nothing to do, I sit in an empty room, thinking of late love and ideals, bored, wasting my life, waiting for nothing, ideals and love, only my hand scribbling on paper without stopping, and the rain outside the house, and the lemon tree in the rain, and I think, maybe my ideals are very simple, to drive a car through the desert, and I think, maybe my love is very simple, and I think, maybe my love is very simple, and I think, maybe my love is very simple. Thou canst not raise the dead from the ashes, nor canst thou give thee love again, though God pity thee for thy faults: for love, for love, I forget, for love, I suffer, for love, whether forgetful or tormented, I take it all with courage, and joyful love, so joyful that it is often less thoughtful, and painful love, so painful that it is often more rewarding, may be, may be, there will never be a day when the future will look like the sunset, or when success will be like the light of a lamp. Do you know how painful it would be if I couldn't be true to myself and reveal myself? I miss what I've told you, what you've told me, what you've told me, and I've treasured it all. For us, memories are the days that never fall, that never yellow, that are always short, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long, always long. If you want to miss me, just look at the twinkling stars in the sky, and I'll be there, searching for your eyes, thinking of you. I don't know if I'm still in love with you, and if I am, why we parted like that. If I'm not in love, why haven't my memories gone with the passage of time? When I look back at your smiling face, my heart flutters and fluctuates. But I hate that everything is in the past, and only the night of the hovering river is as beautiful as it was before. The furthest distance in the world is not life or death, but life and death. The furthest distance in the world is not life or death, but the fact that I am standing right in front of you and you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I am standing right in front of you and you don't know that I love you, but the fact that you know you love each other and you can't be together, but the fact that you know you love each other and you can't be together, but the fact that you can't resist the thought, and yet you have to pretend that you aren't in your heart in the slightest, and that you are not in your heart at all, and that you are not in your heart at all.