Can anyone help me write a love letter???

I am waiting for you. >

I looked out at the dusk.

As if looking into the future, my heart is blinded by my hearing.

Why haven't you come yet? Wish.

Flowering is allowed on every second.

I wait for your steps, your smiles, your face, your soft hair, everything that awaits you;

Hope on every second.

Dead - are you a**?

I want you, I want my heart to ache, I want you to smile like a flame, I want your flexible waist, your hair and the flying stars in the corners of your eyes;

I fell into an intoxicated atmosphere, like an island, involuntarily in the ups and downs of the python green waves, ...... involuntarily

Oh, I desperately want to.

Your coming, longing.

That magical one.

Open to the top of time!

Why don't you come, bear with me!

You know, I know you know, you don't come from me as a fatal blow, killing the spring of my life, teaching the darkness that is as solid as iron in a mine, oppressing my mind and breathing;

Kill the poor sprout of hope, and deliver me, like a prisoner, to me.

Jealousy and sorrow, shame of life.

with the cruelty of despair.

Maybe it's idiot. Maybe it's stupid.

I believe I am indeed a fool;

But I can't turn a rudder that is already oriented, and the wind in all directions will not allow me to hesitate

I can't turn back, fate drives me!

I also know that this is mostly the direction.

The road to destruction, but.

For you, for you, I am willing to do anything;

This is not only my passion, but also my only reason.

Silly! I want to shatter the fibers of a life.

To touch a woman's heart!

What you want to win, what you can win, at most.

A tear of hers, an indifferent sneer of hers;

But I'm willing, even though.

The news of my powder came to me.

A boulder, she saw me.

A rat in a crypt, a worm, I'm still willing!

Foolishness is true, it is unconditional, and God cannot call one back.

The obsessed heart is like a general.

Sometimes soldiers who have been on the dead line are brought back.

In vain, everything is in vain, and your non-coming is undeniable reality, though my heart burns with a fierce fire, hungry for all your things, your hair, your laughter, your hands and feet;

Any delusions and prayers.

It can't be shortened by a small inch.

The distance between you and me!

It's already dusk outside.

The darkness of the night, the snow and ice hanging on the branches, the birds and finches have their chirping, and silence is the universe that wears filial piety in unison.

The needles on the clock kept comparing each other.

Subtle gestures, like pointing, like sympathy, like mockery, every time I get to the point of impressing, I sound it.

of my own heart.

The death knell buried alive.

From now on.

Forget from now on.

It is still deeply engraved on the stele of the heart.

Engraved with love. Or is it because of the love that is not loved.

I do not know. All I know is that I am deeply inscribed.

One horizontal and one vertical. One stroke at a time.

Deeply. It's the name I whisper day and night.

It's always a gentle call when I'm lonely.