Help him up from the blood stall, master
Honey, I finally admit it. I admit it
I refuse to stop here. You call me.
Obey this call and I will rise from shame.
Expand your hobbies and increase my value.
17
My poet went from the wild to the wild in the imperial universe
To the final melody, I can’t.
Play a wave of your hand from your fingertips
Interrupt the bustling waves of the world
Playing unvoiced sounds ripples leisurely in the air.
The soft melody is like a cold medicine to comfort.
Bring pain to the heart. The Emperor sent it to you.
This job and told me to wait on you.
Honey, how are you going to arrange me?
Do you want to sing happily or not
The lingering memories melt into the cadence.
Or the shade of palm or pine?
Let you sing at the bottom or a tomb.
Tired of singing, come here and lie down and pick it.
lli
Palm pine trees symbolize life, vitality and death respectively here.
lil
18
I’ve neve given my curls to anyone.
Unless it’s this bunch, my dearest. Give it to you.
Full of thoughts, I spread it at my fingertips.
A lock of brown says love
My youth is gone forever.
This hair will never follow my toes again