I put love in my bag
I'm afraid of disappointing your deep friendship.
I'm not in the habit of losing everything.
It's your advice.
There are also greetings that go out of their way on weekdays.
I treasure them all with care.
No matter how heavy your bag is.
I always have to carry it on my back.
I'm carrying my bags.
From time to time, fragments of our acquaintance come to mind.
The past is cloudy.
Floating in the sky over the memories.
I used to giggle alone from time to time.
Laugh at the bits and pieces of our hearts.
When I put down my bags.
It was a starry night.
I tended to the dust and debris in my bag.
Just to be in bed.
Let your mind relax.
Then pray for you in the distance.
I pray that you will return soon and be reunited with me.
In such a thick prayer.
I hugged you in my sleep.
Whispering into the gentle township.
When the hope of dawn poured down like the dawn.
Next to the lilacs that smell birds everywhere.
I have received your sweet blessings.
I was immediately overjoyed.
Immediately put the blessing gently in the bag.
Although the bag is getting heavier and heavier.
But it can't crush my delicate waist.
I finally understood a truth.
The greatest meaning of human life in this life.
There is nothing more than a lifetime of work for love!