I remember there was a poem or something that was 10

Run through my hands on your brunette.

Through your heart are my tears.

Such affection, if it is gone, it will become a cloud of smoke in a blink of an eye.

I don't understand why the sea has become a mulberry field.

Holding my helpless eyes is your hand.

Shine your eyes on my grey eyes.

If we are in your cold world, it will still be difficult to change.

At least I still have your face to melt the ice and snow.

I don't need their promises anymore.

I don't believe their lies anymore.

I don't mind if they want to gossip.

I know we don't know sweet talk.

I don't need their promises anymore.

I don't believe their lies anymore.

I don't mind if people want to gossip anymore.

I know we don't know sweet talk.

I can't keep your figure in my hand.

I can't keep your back in my eyes.

Such affection, if it is gone, it will become a cloud of smoke in a blink of an eye.

I don't understand why the sea has become a mulberry field.

Run through my hands on your brunette.

Isn't that the lyrics? "Through Your Brunette My Hand".

Here are the lyrics. Run through my hands on your brunette.

Through your heart are my tears.

Such affection, if it is gone, it will become a cloud of smoke in a blink of an eye.

I don't understand why the sea has become a mulberry field.

Holding my helpless eyes is your hand.

Shine your eyes on my grey eyes.

If we are in your cold world, it will still be difficult to change.

At least I still have your face to melt the ice and snow.

I don't need their promises anymore.

I don't believe their lies anymore.

I don't mind if they want to gossip.

I know we don't know sweet talk.

I don't need their promises anymore.

I don't believe their lies anymore.

I don't mind if people want to gossip anymore.

I know we don't know sweet talk.

I can't keep your figure in my hand.

I can't keep your back in my eyes.

Such affection, if it is gone, it will become a cloud of smoke in a blink of an eye.

I don't understand why the sea has become a mulberry field.

Run through my hands on your brunette.

The heart is in Shandong, the body is in Wu, and the river and the sea are screaming.

When he was like a Chang Que Ling Yunzhi, he dared to laugh at Huang Chao and not his husband.

This poem was written by Song Jiang in "Water Margin".

The meaning of this poem is: Although I am serving a prison sentence in Wudi (Jiangzhou), my heart is in Shandong (Liangshan), and I often sigh that the years have passed, if I realize my ambition in the future, I can laugh at Huangchao's line of sales is not done by a big husband.

The original sentence is "The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time", and this poem is called "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan".

This is Tagore's prose poem, which is included in the "Crescent Collection" of Tagore's prose poems, and is "The School of Flowers".

Excerpt from the original text: Do you know, Mom, their home is in the sky, where the stars live.

Don't you see how anxious they are to get there? Don't you know why they're in such a hurry?