a forever friend

I am not a sad child
You are still a fictitious forehead
Qian is tired in the empty consciousness not had of time
Have not waited
I am very clear
Understand that dyes answering
Specious story
Block into a scrappy prose
The bit becomes the shocking poem

Everything is from start to finish
Turn into a piece of rest trembling
Seem not to happen
But come clearly into view
Have not stopped  Whether or the lie
Or stay carelessly
Have not refused  Or yearn
It is passionate not to have again
No longer just like originally

The red and black concept is fuzzy
What is absolutely
No  Do not have it absolutely absolutely

Do not twine a blue and green rattan
Worry a little star light
Do not misunderstand it and have pity on everything seen
It is the attitude to be hasty
It is not a style
Do not need to feel guilty
Do not matter and repent

Always stumble
After looking for  Penniless
Red string for binding a plait behind
My heart does not live
Charming common customs before one's eyes
True and false

Or remain silent
Do not sleep  Ambiguous
Sound of footsteps that time disappears
Force a smile and wait at daybreak
Go to sleep dimly
Use a dream
It is irredeemable to summarize for all one's life
With happening
Turn out a prestigious institution