Laurel Poem by JoJo Hsu

Identify the crowd belongs to your face,
Deep valley with lilies with narcissus,
Fall to forget the red oranges,
The sun shone the leaves of the sweet.

Consciousness gradually fell asleep,
The stream is dancing far away,
Fairies suffer from dust in the infection,
Daphne disappears green laurel.

A leaf of sad lake in the boat,
Miss the blood gradually sticky,
Agave will not fire,
For you to weave new reasons.

Small arrows made of lead,
How could the feelings stop at any time?
Is this kind of crime?
Forcing those women who do not love you.