Pistil Is Made Of Square Sugar Poem by sky liu

The circle square mapping lonely,
To settle the bill,
Mu accompanied by inch;
The bitter wind sweeps the Silk clothing.
Cold and cold
Need to warm up with whispers;
Display the red number.
Be in a dilemma,
I hope to talk with you by facebook.
Old bags are elegantly lined.
Sad in heart,
Relying on memories to remember each other.
Heart waves ripple.
Only complain to God:
Whether past and present, sweet and clear water was changed into slurry.
Coenzyme with happy tears,
With a palpitation,
Stir and fly with sweetness.
The formula is bound with love.
Storage to overflow a warehouse.
Cut it into onehalf and the other half.
Small, it's square sugar.
Spread slowly and accurately——
Acquaintance, love, love and yearning
Every sadness,
Every lovelorn.
Every sorrowfully;
Enjoy your pathos slowly.
Flowers end in dismay.
But,
The pistil is made of square sugar.
The heart is not lost.　
The more painful the stronger.
The more lovelorn the sweeter.