I look at the night sky as if your eyes are immortal,
and I see that my hot beating heart is wrapped in it,
and my personality is constantly decaying. That glass of wine Cold cup wall A strong and hot heart The tip of the broken iceberg The boiling magma is surging. I use roses to interpret my love, and the night gives the stars to the whole world, even if it survives in many unrealistic dreams. It doesn't help. Some secrets can only be hidden in the mind. Cover with lies Interpret with truth.