I Am Your Reserve Service - Poem by biren wang
Age by years of erosion.
Can't shake my chains.
Those handsome boys who love you.
There are people like mature.
Fortunately, I have no love, nor white beard.
As long as you don't forget, you are my reserve.
Flower fragrance belongs to you.
Deciduous desolation I bear.
The dead a ring round what.
Still waiting in the rain.
Fortunately I didn't pour the earth, nor rotten trunk.
As long as you don't forget, I will always be your reserve.
The sky is the freedom of a bird in the utopia.
A dense staining through my tears.
Do you like to fly the endless.See the kite string I have some hope.
Fortunately, I'm glad I didn't get old, never rise high degree.
As long as you don't forget, I am still your reserve.
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