The boy I had a crush on has gone in my life.
I don‘t know whether I like him...
But when I saw him I would become nervous.
More ridiculous,we had not even talked more than one sentence.
Maybe it was just a beautiful dream which belonged to me, I was deep in it, he never looked at me once.
I did not fall in love with someone until now and I have no experience in love.
Frankly speaking,I am afraid to face the one
I like,for I feel I‘m not good enough.
I was caught in the middle,
I swallow my words down to the bone.
Late at night these memories bring back you.
Toast to the one that we lost on the way.
Although you didn’t give a shit about me,sometimes I still miss you.
I bet you will become more brilliant in the future and find your beloved.
Good night❤️
I don‘t know whether I like him...
But when I saw him I would become nervous.
More ridiculous,we had not even talked more than one sentence.
Maybe it was just a beautiful dream which belonged to me, I was deep in it, he never looked at me once.
I did not fall in love with someone until now and I have no experience in love.
Frankly speaking,I am afraid to face the one
I like,for I feel I‘m not good enough.
I was caught in the middle,
I swallow my words down to the bone.
Late at night these memories bring back you.
Toast to the one that we lost on the way.
Although you didn’t give a shit about me,sometimes I still miss you.
I bet you will become more brilliant in the future and find your beloved.
Good night❤️
He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days,
But with the night his little lamp-lit room
Was bright with battle flame, or through a haze
Of smoke that stung his eyes he heard the boom
Of Bluecher's guns; he shared Almeida's scars,
And from the close-packed deck, about to die,
Looked up and saw the "Birkenhead"'s tall spars
Weave wavering lines across the Southern sky:
Or in the stifling 'tween decks, row on row,
At Aboukir, saw how the dead men lay;
Charged with the fiercest in Busaco's strife,
Brave dreams are his -- the flick'ring lamp burns low --
Yet couraged for the battles of the day
He goes to stand full face to face with life.
~ The Warrior - John McCrae
Shared Via English Poems Android App. https://t.cn/AiHQzaU0
But with the night his little lamp-lit room
Was bright with battle flame, or through a haze
Of smoke that stung his eyes he heard the boom
Of Bluecher's guns; he shared Almeida's scars,
And from the close-packed deck, about to die,
Looked up and saw the "Birkenhead"'s tall spars
Weave wavering lines across the Southern sky:
Or in the stifling 'tween decks, row on row,
At Aboukir, saw how the dead men lay;
Charged with the fiercest in Busaco's strife,
Brave dreams are his -- the flick'ring lamp burns low --
Yet couraged for the battles of the day
He goes to stand full face to face with life.
~ The Warrior - John McCrae
Shared Via English Poems Android App. https://t.cn/AiHQzaU0
So yesterday I saw a girl taking photos of this exact same tree, so I asked her “What are you doing?” She said I’m taking photos I said yes I know, what are you taking photos of? She said this tree I said yes I know, why is the tree so special? [笑cry][笑cry] So she just looked at me [污][允悲] So today I stopped to see if she saw anything special I didn’t see... do you see anything special? https://t.cn/z82AeGK
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