I thought I had dreams, and I didn't want to leave them every day
It's been a long time since I've written a poem for you The paper in the room is covered with the floor It's as white as snow Oh, I remember you wanted to see snow I'm sick You know This is the easiest to make you feel sad I don't mind if you laugh at my sentimentality I'll eat dumplings when I go back I've tried cooking a few times The food isn't bad, and the dishes are decent But you must not like it I'm uncomfortable I'm not confident Discovered by you A little interesting I thought I had dreams I didn't want to leave my dreams every day I think I've worked hard Stepping towards every direction Echoing in the sky like a command Who are you Perhaps someone doesn't know It could be the person you like More likely The self you hate in the mirror
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