What is love, the poet pondered, and gave this answer

Love is the sand that sinks into the heart

Love is tortured and physically exhausting

Can't smile, don't dare to cry

Only voice-overs can be heard: high sky flowing water, geese gusting

The tide rises and falls, and the clouds rise and fly

I saw a word like a fish

Fluttering around there

Countless waves roared with great noise

I saw pearls embedded in the last sentence

The stones are falling with the sound of the moon

The sand buried in the bottom of the heart that has been sleeping for many years,

And finally it was turned over again, and they did whatever they wanted

Wrinkled that pool of spring water shattered those few petals of flower buds

A heart is still hanging there, hanging all the time

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