Poetry..

The mirror is fragrant, no one can stop it from scattering

And if I break up, no one will catch me

I tremble in the loneliness of this thought

Let no one read your name on my face

The way dreams are shattered

In this way, no one is ever broken

I have been harassed since the day when the order was given

No one should keep dried flowers in books

Now that person doesn't even go that way

Now what hope is there for someone to peek through the door?

No sound, no sound, no sound

The streets of the heart are very deserted