Bad Love Poem (Shall We Go?)

Shall we go to the river? To see the pellucid and hear the sound of water gurgling, as at the hamlet where I was teasing you for the first time, where the sky and the birds are reluctant to go home late afternoon into place, we are reluctant to say the word “love” without the escort poem. Alas, the river has dried and blackened. Shall we go to the top of the mountain? To wait for the sunrise and feel the cold clouds, as the moment when I whispered sentences in love with you for the first time, where the earth and the sea are reluctant to reveal him to the front of our closed eyes, where the air was as thin as your hair-braided yarn. Alas, the mountain had become flat and the road to their jobs. Shall we say the word “sorry” it here just now? To the universe and our past that is so beautiful and amusing, I want to apologize to you for having made you happy in the past; I hope that our universe still loves us.