Prose/Poem "Do you want my four in the morning? 》

Bridges are straight,

Rivers are curved.

The ventricle is narrow,

The ocean is not boundless.

I want to be more direct,

Because everyone is beating around the bush.

I'll wait for you at the red light — and what I want to do.

You said you came up with a collection of poems,

But I only know how to grow flowers in my own garden.

The thyme planted can't squeeze a small lily.

What? whose night is it? The headache disappeared, and in exchange for a long night.

The music stopped and the car came.

I don't know what you like,

I don't know what I hate.

How far is it? There is a sea an hour away.

I made an appointment with a slow afternoon wave, when the wave came again,

I will wear a floral dress, recognize it, recognize the sound of tears, recognize the smell of the air, the sound of my footsteps, the feeling of disappointment, the deceived eyes, the controlled madness, the misunderstood picture, the hand in hand Distance, indifference in summer, warmth in winter.

Promise me, after drinking this cup of coffee, forget it.