Original poetry | you plant blood-stained roses for me with the palm of your hand

"write to Father."

They say I'm the lover of your previous life.

Have a strange unmarried relationship.

On that shy moonlit night

I was hoarse.

Follow the tide to your shore

You picked up the wet me.

Like picking up the rare shellfish beads of a thousand years

Bend over a tall body

A low and noble head

Caress me in the palm of my heart

Holding in hand

Kissing

Give me affection like the sea

As heavy as a mountain

No wind invasion

Peace and tranquillity

Nurtured for more than 20 years

My daughter is just growing up.

You work for me.

The flowers in the palm are in full bloom.

Look at my long hair elegant

Too strong to wither.

A bouquet of cocoon flowers and a bouquet of roses of love

A rose loves me all my life

Your torso.

Chastened by suffering

Emaciated and frail

A kind father.

The daughter of this life has no chance.

Repay the kindness you raised.

In the breeze

The back of you far away from Wei an

Standing on the holy lotus on the horizon

I hold the obituary sadly.

Ignite the bouquet of blood-eating roses

To prepare a sacrifice.

After the memorial ceremony of the cocoon flowers

The immortal soul in the afterscent