Gifts from Heaven _ Poetry

Who does the gift from heaven belong to? Never be unrealistic, your heart is shaking when you receive it.

Who wants a present? It's begging for heaven. I like it for myself, and the expression I received is rain.

God, don't keep my heart waiting,

I really want to receive a gift, and my heart has been shaking.

Tell me that's not what I want, tell me what I want,

Reality is always playing tricks on you and me. Only when we expect gifts can we discover the luxury of love.

Tell me what I want.

Follow our destiny

Love or hate.

Seize this day.

Don't give yourself a chance to leave.

Consider it a gift from heaven,

If so, please don't cry.

Once the connection was that God made everything burn, but tears still made my heart ache.

It is the luxury of gifts, and God buried everything.

I love myself, too. I have been compiling our world for that extravagant gift.

I don't know how to finish it now.

With so many eyes on you, I can't predict when it will end.

If you were a stone, I would break it.

Sleepiness at zero night still can't make me fall asleep.

If you are, too. What did you dream about?

Vaguely. Sleepy. Is that our future gift?

Baby, baby.

How I want to hug you.

You said that's what you expected,

Give up that hug because of deep love.

Baby, baby.

I'm listening to your crying. I received your gift.

Baby, baby.

If the gift from heaven is really so cruel, I have to give it up.

Dear, I will never be your lover on Sunday.

Sincerity is never between words,

Just because of that extravagant gift, let's wait another five thousand years, shall we?