Humans are made from star-dust
Thus need to be remembered
There is no a single star born
without a light

Nobody is cold
You are just not
their favorite person

Your name sounds like a poem in spring
I love to write poems

spring always smells sweet
As the snow slowly melts
As birds start to sing again
Your name carves the beauty of blooming

land me your name to adorn
I promise it will be a lovely poem as this spring comes

Clouds pile up around a luminous Sun
The light bestows plenty of soft warmth
Touching everybody’s laugh
Desiccating everybody’s tears

Your name is formed by two words
Six syllables and hundreds meaning

I know spring will never stand forever
Autumn and winter is just a time
Even if your name is a poem in spring
That has been carved in everybody’s heart

I said, land me your name, land me a poem
To complete flowers to bloom

Now, you can leave with a smile
Without being worry to fade away
Every lovely poem is hard to forget
We will meet next spring, I promise

Your name resembles stanzas in a spring song
Wind in that flower hill rings your name along

I just want to escape from the Earth
Then cry overnight above the Mars

Mars is colder than the Earth
It is a better place to come and cry
Because why do I cry in a warm place
Because why do I grieve between blooming flowers

Earth is a symbol of life
Yet why I feel dead when everybody calls it day
Deity bestows Earth the splendid mother nature of life
Yet why I still suffocate while other humans are breathing

I don’t think Earth created for me
Mars's coldness is what I need
Let me hug Mars for a night
Forgetting what I have on the Earth

Sun was created for burning herself
she does not mind about her body being scorch
In day and night, her flame pierces my rib
Bestowing warmth inside my heart  

Still, I am sightless, ignoring her kindness
Wasting her pain in daily and call it edgy
Keep doing nothing unless loathing my flesh
Cursing my life because it doesn’t look like everybody

Yet sun never get mournful
She keeps burning her flesh
Resembles as her flame
her hopes for me never slake

Shame on me
Shame on me

Mom, I am sorry

If you yearn for me
You can find another me behind my poems!

Read it loudly
Read it until the longing vanish
Read it with your heart
Read it until my another me hugging you tight  

I know my poems are not magical spells,
that prince mumbles it to against the doomed
For sure, yearning is not the doomed

my poems are just a part of me
That may fill you
Or another part of you

Whether its just one couplet
Read it loudly, then you’ll be complete
With a part of me in it

Portulaca bloom
Dandelion plumes
This beautiful moon
Witnesses our painful adieu

Sunshine at summer
Sunshine at almost summer
How could this lover
Be betrayed by her unbearable desire

Waves push and pull
Until they sweep ashore
Love, I am a fool
See, what the left in me is just the sore