Life could be a trip with ups and downs
I wish to cross the ways to reach the wonderful field and taste the life of unceasing there
I would live , over that area of beauty,
Smell the scent of roses each day
And stroke over the dandelions in each minute of my joy
Laying down gently at each night And looking would be at the sky
How excellent the life will being in, with my dreams , a field of roses.

I woke up and remembered it was my birthday
the 29th of December!
I knew I will have a good day despite it doesn't get celebrated
I knew I would have fun in any way
I gave a big present to myself and it's called happiness
I didn't celebrate my birthday because I couldn't afford it
I saved up my money bit by bit so
I paid my family house a quarter of the rent
Even if I never got the present I would have still been happy
And my birthday ended inspiring
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They're chit-chatting with each other tonight in the living room.
I like how they keep each other busy with their friendly talks.
I'm sitting with my hand under my chin, waiting for whatever can keep me busy.
At the same time even though I'm a little stressed,
I despise these kinds of thoughts coming to my mind and never leaving me alone.

For a while in the garden
Willing to be happy like a child
Among some old friends
Sing a song for children
But this is not the best area to bring your darkness
Happy people with these masks on their faces chat and laugh with an inward sigh.
Dog pets looking for food kneel
The mothers sing a memorized rhyme with their children
And what's interesting is that some mistakes in singing and the poems aren't completely sung.
I'm looking forward to sitting in the corner of this room and writing some notes
Swing is considered a good place for this,
but the corner of this small room is a good place for me
The alley garden seems to be very depressing
But wandering in it doesn't remind me of good memories.
Maybe I'm seeking comfort in the corner of this garden

Oh, my dear
Your love is a shut door
You're far away, and I'm not sure how to tell you that I love you
I'm not sure where it'll lead
I know nothing about you or how you would react if you knew someone liked you.

A very windy night
The wind howls, whipping against the wooden window
where the spider has woven his web,
and a trembling silence fills the air in the cottage.
The shadows have been summoned by the night,
and the light fluttering has been seen for miles.
Every dark, a young man walks down this silent road,
already familiar with the paths.
The rustling of the leaves through each traveler's walking shifts the night silence,
and the wind runs straight and knocks on the cottage door.