Is there a poem about betrayal of love

Is there a poem about the sweetness of love?

Turn all the women in the world into you

How about being able to

Turn all the women in the world into you

Then it's great

Then it's really bad

If there's no you at all in the world

Then

Shrink your shadow to zero-point-zero-one centimeters

Transplanted in my heart

There is a poem that talks about love and love.

Then

my 3,650 days late sigh

suddenly transformed into a clear and exquisite bagpipe

secretly tell me

love

should be replaced by another word

the snow in June ......

you only now.

It's only just June,

and it's starting to snow in the sky.

A piece of a piece of dance so light,

A trace of a fall so charming.

It is said that the bride in June is the happiest,

so is the snow in June also the most beautiful?

I think it is.

The white snow, like the moon in the sky,

lights up my world.

Let all the heartbreak go with the wind, just like swimming,

Leaving behind, only your long hair and thin figure ......

I sighed in the rainy snow,

How I wanted to be with you, so that you would no longer be in pain, no longer be alone,

How I wanted to hold you, so that you stop trembling and crying,

How I want to love you so that you will never be lost again.

I wonder if my arms are warm enough?

I wonder if my arms are warm enough? Can I melt your heart like the frozen past?

Why do I have to rehash the past?

Let your tears like snow in front of me sweet fall to the ground ...... I wait for you

I wait for you.

I look at the dusky outdoors

As I look at the future,

my heart shocks my hearing blindly.

Why don't you come?

Hope is allowed to blossom on every second.

I watch for your steps,

your laughter, your face,

your soft hair,

waiting for you to be all that you are;

hope to die on every second

- where are you?

I want you, I want my heart to ache,

I want your flame-like smile,

I want your flexible waist,

the flying stars at the corners of your eyes on your hair;

I'm stuck in an intoxicated atmosphere,

like an island,

between the waves of the green python, involuntarily floating and sinking! ......

Oh, I'm eagerly awaiting

your arrival, and wishing

that the magical Yudhishthira

bloomed on the top of time!

Why don't you come, tolerant!

You know, I know you know,

that your absence is a fatal blow to me,

that it kills the blossoming spring of my life,

that it teaches the darkness as solid as the iron in the mine,

that it oppresses my thoughts and my breath,

that it kills the poor shoots of my hopes,

that it commits me, prisoner, to the hands of a man, who has been a prisoner to the world, to the world, to the world, to the world, to the world, to the world, to the world, and to the world.

Jealousy and sorrow, the shame of birth

And the misery of despair.

This may be madness. Maybe it is.

I believe I am;

but I cannot turn a rudder that is already set,

and the winds of the world do not allow me to hesitate -

I cannot turn back, my destiny drives me!

I also know that this is most likely the way to

destruction, but

for thee, for thee,

I am willing to do all things;

not only my passions, but

my reason alone says so.

Idiocy!

This is not only my passion,

but also my only reason!

What I want to win, what I can win, is only

a tear from her,

a sneer from her indifference;

but I am willing, even if

the news of my powdered body were to be sent to

a stone, and she looked upon me as

a mouse in a crypt, or as a worm,

I would still be willing!

When the obsession becomes real, it is unconditional,

and God can't call back a

obsessed heart as a general

sometimes calls back a soldier who is on his deathbed.

In vain, everything is in vain,

Your absence is undeniably real,

though my heart burns with a burning fire,

hungry for all of you,

your hair, your smile, your hands and feet;

no amount of thinking and praying can shorten the distance of one inch

between you and me.

I am not sure that I have ever seen you in my life, but I am sure that you have never seen me in my life. The distance between you and me!

The dusk of the outdoors has already

coalesced into the blackness of the night,

the branches of the trees are covered with snow and ice,

the birds have removed their chirping,

and the silence is the unanimous penetration of the universe.

The bells are in a state of silence, the bells are in a state of silence, the bells are in a state of silence, and the bells are in a state of silence.

The hands on the clock were constantly making

subtle gestures, as if pointing,

as if sympathizing, as if mocking,

and each stroke of the clock sounded to me like

the death knell of a heart that

my own heart had buried alive.

The clock was a symbol of the world, a symbol of the world, a symbol of the world.

The Joy of Snowflakes

If I were a snowflake,

fluttering and dashing in mid-air

I'd recognize my direction--

Soaring, soaring, soaring,--

This ground, the ground, the ground, the ground, the ground,

I'd hear it as the death knell of my own heart

buried alive.

There is a direction for me on this ground

Not to the cold and lonely valleys,

Not to the bleak foothills,

Not to the deserted streets of despair--

Soar, soar, soar,

--

You see?

You see, I have my own direction.

Dancing in the air,

I recognize the secluded dwelling place,

and wait for her to come and visit me in the garden--

Soaring, soaring, soaring,

-

Ah, the fragrance of vermilion plums is on her. had the fresh scent of vermilion plums!

Then I, with my lightness,

dipped into the lapel of her garment

and drew near to her soft heart,

and dissolved, dissolved, dissolved,

and melted into her soft heart. The soft waves of her heart!

Occasionally

I am a cloud in the sky,

occasionally projected in the center of your waves -

you need not be surprised,

much less rejoice -

in the twinkling of an eye.

You and I met on the sea of night,

you have your own, I have my own, direction;

you remember it or not,

it is better if you forget

the light that was shed on each other at the time of this meeting!

Shayanara

Most of all, it is the tenderness of a bowed head,

just like the shyness of a water lotus flower that is not able to withstand the cool wind,

Say goodbye, say goodbye,

There is a honey-sweet sadness in that goodbye -

Shayanara!

Farewell to Kangqiao

Gently I go,

just as I came gently;

I gently beckon,

to bid farewell to the clouds of the western sky.

The golden willow by the river,

is the bride in the sunset;

the colorful shadows in the waves,

ripples in my heart.

The green yellow floating heart on the soft mud,

oily beckons at the bottom of the water;

in the soft waves of the Kang River,

I am willing to be a water plant!

The pool under the shade of the elm,

is not a clear spring,

it is the rainbow in the sky crumbled between the floating algae,

precipitating rainbow-like dreams.

The dream?

I'm going to take a long pole,

and roam back to the greener grass,

a boat full of starlight,

and sing in the starlight splendor.

But I can't sing,

Silence is the psalm of parting;

The summer insects are silent for me,

Silence is the bridge tonight.

Silently I go,

Just as I come quietly;

I wave my sleeve,

without taking away a cloud.

In the Lu Hang car

Hurry! I'm not going to be able to do that!

A roll of smoke, a mountain, a few cloud shadows,

A waterway, a bridge, a sculling boat,

A forest of pines, a clump of bamboos, a flurry of red leaves:

Lustrous fields, lustrous autumn scenery,

Dream-like distinctions, blurring, and fading,-

It's the wheel or the time? It's aging the autumn face, aging the life!

I have a love affair

I have a love affair -

I love the stars in the sky;

I love their crystal:

There is no such different god on earth.

In the cold twilight of winter,

In the lonely gray mornings,

On the sea, on the mountain tops after the storm -

There is always one, ten thousand stars!

The knowing of the little grasses and flowers by the mountain streams,

The joy of the little children on the high buildings,

The traveler's lamp and the south pin--

The twinkling spirit ten thousand miles away!

I have a broken soul,

like a heap of broken crystals,

scattered in the withered grass of the wilderness,

sipping at your momentary solicitude.

The ice and tenderness of life,

I have tasted it too, I have tolerated it too;

and sometimes the crickets' autumnal chants under the steps

have caused my heart to ache, and forced me to cry.

I bare my frank heart,

and give my love to the stars of the day:

Let life be as it is or as it is not,

the earth exists or it fades away -

there are always stars in space!

God-like heroes

This stone is a pile of coarse and ugly stones,

and this lily is a bright color,

but when the moonlight traces the shadow of the flower on the stone,

this coarse and ugly stone is also transformed into a charm.

I am a bloated mortal,

and hers is a heavenly beauty;

but when the love nestles her in my arms,

I am transformed into a heavenly hero!

This is a cowardly world,

This is a cowardly world,

which does not allow love, does not allow love!

Spread your full hair,

bare your feet;

follow me, my love!

Throwing away the world

and martyring our love!

I take your hand,

Love, you follow me;

Let the thorns pierce our feet through,

Let the hailstones split our heads,

You follow me,

I take your hand,

Escape from the prison, and restore our freedom!

Follow me,

I'm in love!

The earth has fallen at our backs, -

Behold, is it not the white sea?

The white sea,

The white sea,

Boundless freedom, I am with you and in love!

Follow my finger and see,

A small star of blue on the edge of the sky -

It is an island with grass,

flowers, beautiful beasts and birds;

Go up to this light heavenly court -

It's an island with grass,

flowers, beautiful beasts and birds;

Go up to this light heavenly court -

Love, joy, freedom - farewell to earth, forever!

I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing

I don't know in which direction the wind

is blowing -

I am in a dream,

clinging to the light waves of the dream.

I don't know in which direction the wind

is blowing -

I am in a dream,

her warmth, my ecstasy.

I don't know in which direction the wind

is blowing-

I am in a dream,

Sweetness is the glow of the dream.

I don't know in which direction the wind

is blowing-

I am in a dream,

Her negativity, my sadness.

I don't know in which direction the wind

is blowing-

I am in a dream,

heartbroken in the sorrow of my dream!

I don't know in which direction the wind

is blowing-

I am in a dream,

Dim is the light of the dream.

In vain

In vain you locked my hands,

Woman, captured my mouth,

In vain you injected blood into my heart,

Fiery teardrops bear witness to your truth,

Too late!

Thou canst no more raise the dead,

From the ashes the original wonder,

Even if God pities thee for thy faults,

He can't take love and give it to thee again:

For love

For love I forgot my love

For love I was tormented

For love I suffered,

Whether forgetful or tormented

I was brave enough to take it all. Joyful love

That's joyful

Even though it's often less thoughtful

Painful love

Even though it's painful

It's often more rewarding

Maybe

Maybe there's never going to be a day

That's going to look like the sunshine

Maybe there's never going to be a day

That's going to look like the sunset

Maybe there's never going to be a day

That's going to look like the sunshine. Maybe, there will never be a day

when success is as brilliant as the lights

Maybe, it can only be like this

Climbing but not reaching the peak

Maybe, it can only be like this

Running but not making waves

Maybe, all I can give you

is a

heart full of pain

and a face full of frost

and a face full of tears

and a face full of pain

.

You know

I don't want to cover my heart with a fog

I don't want to make you stare halfway through the day

and still feel blurred

I don't want to tie up my thoughts with a fence

I don't want to smile brightly

I want to cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry

Do you know that you can't give me anything else?

I don't know

if I'm still in love with you

If I am in love

why did we part like that

I don't know

if I'm not in love with you

if I'm not in love with you

why didn't the memories pass away with the passage of time?

When I think of your smile

My heart ebbs and flows

But I hate that everything

is in the past

Only the whirling nights

are as beautiful as they used to be

Silent feelings

There are times like this

When you hide away from me for the sake of love

But I don't know if I love you anymore. p>

Love is also a kind of hurt

If

If you must go

How can I keep you

Even if I do keep you

Your heart floats far away

If you are doomed to never come back

Why do I have to be alone in my worrying

Even if I spend all my time with tears

I can't get rid of them

I can't get rid of them.

But I can't wash away my sorrows

If you want to go, go in style

Life has its springs and autumns

You don't have to look back if you don't want to go back

I don't have nothing after I lost you

The death of the white bird

If you're the tearful shooter

I'll be the white bird who

is determined

I am the white bird that no longer dodges

waiting for the arrow to break through the air

into my broken heart

If you are the only one in the world

the only one that can hurt me

I am all of your youth

all of your unforgettable joys and sorrows

as if it were the last cloud

hidden in the infinite clarity of the sky.

Then let me die under your hand

As if I could finally

die in your arms

Companion

You are the arrow that flies

I am the sound of the wind beside your plume

You are the wounded eagle

I am the moonlight that soothes you

You are the arrow that rises high and high

I am the moonlight that soothes you

I am the moonlight that soothes you

I am the moonlight that soothes you

You are the moon that soothes you

You are the moon that soothes you.

You are the pine

I am the vine

May it last forever

You will always be my companion

I will be your everlasting

tender wife

Farewell

I don't want it to be a barrier

I don't want to let tears

stain my dearest face

So, I'm going to say goodbye

I don't want to be a barrier

I don't want to let tears

stain my dearest face

And so, I will not be a part of this world.

So in this dark hour

I retire

Forgive me if I don't say goodbye

And in the deepest, deepest corners

I try to hide you

At a distance no man of any age

Can touch

The beautiful moments

When the night is as black as a brocade

And the night is as black as a brocade

And the night is as black as a brocade

And the night is as black as a brocade.

When the night spreads out like a black satin

And soft words wrap sweetly around my ears

In the daytime

A heart that was once so cold

Slowly warms up

It's in such a

Beautiful moment

That I long for you to hold me in your arms

My faith

I've always believed that you would be the one to hold me.



























Love is a beautiful thing.

The one word I couldn't say when I was young

I believe in God's plan

I also believe that if you'll go with me

to the distant and humble source

we'll finally understand each other's

pain

I'm not the only one who's ever had a problem with the world. I don't only have

memories of you

You know

there are so many more clues

in my heart

but there are some that I can't touch

and when I do it's just a one-time

pain in my heart

and so

when the moon comes out

I just have to think about you

and the way you smile.

The moon comes out

and I can only think of your

smile

but I never dare, never, never, never

try to figure out how it will shine on me

Back home in the Seychelles

Moods

It's not that I don't want to write you letters

it's just that I can't write about my own moods

Romantic words are so nice to hear

The phrase 'Growing old with you' is so nice to hear

.

The words "I'll grow old with you"

could be enough to clear up a lifetime of sadness

But that's someone else's song, someone else's heart

I know my own infatuation

How can it be easy to live in longing

In the midst of wading through the mountains and mountains

I'd better organize my own mood

Wish

Wish

Since - since - I'm not sure what I want to do, but I'll do it.

Since -

I can't turn it into a breeze

to brush your wounded heart

then I'll turn it into rain

to wash away the shadows in your heart

When I think of you

that line of tenderness

is tangled up into a winding path

that extends to the mountains and the sea.

Extending inexplicable matters of the heart

Tramping bitterly

I don't know why the poetic rain of petals

has transformed into an image of walking with you

Cozy inspiration

Seemingly absent

When I think of you, I always fear that I'll lose my way

Building a wall

You and I must not desecrate the word

"I" is the name of this wall, and I will never desecrate it.

Don't forget the oath we made before God.

Not only do I want your softest tenderness,

To wrap my heart in a banana coat,

I want your love to be as strong as pure steel,

To build a wall in this flowing life,

To let the winds of autumn blow away the yellow leaves of the garden,

To let the termites rot the walls of the millennia,

To let the thunderbolts of the universe overturn the universe,

To let the thunderbolts of the world overturn the world,

And let us never blaspheme against that word,

Let us not forget our vow before God,

I don't want you to blaspheme.

Even if one day a thunderbolt overturns the universe,

it can't overturn the freedom within the "wall of love" between you and me!

Maybe I should send you a maple leaf, but the bright red of the palm only reflects the anemia of autumn. Maybe I should send you a flower, but that delicate can not keep the fragrance, to your hands have been emaciated. Maybe I should send you a red bean, but because of the ancient poet's sales pitch, it's already extinct! Finally I decided to send you a fan of fallen leaves of the sycamore, and pull two stems of slightly warm white hair, to do this leaf tag on the silk hanging.