My Poem

my life very weak and lonely It was an isolated life than the light of the world in the dark of the world was happier When everyone was on their way to success leaving my life behind crawling falling over Leaning on the enemy's shoulder tearful it was such a life Still in the swamp of my life a flower has always bloomed The flower bloomed, withered, and then bloomed again didn't brag of stayed by my side, therewith, as I start to see it my life no longer sad no longer exercise like now in the future like the old days By evening, at a table in a quiet restaurant sitting face to face with you Noodles and fried fish When it's time to eat with vegetable sauce poems are my life messed up. both become my flesh and my blood I wake up again opening the restaurant door and let me go towards the world with you.