<p class="ql-block">The morning glow I miss your red eyes. The soft breeze is me. Read your heart. A gentle drizzle It's the tears I miss you. I grind my thoughts into red beans. Embedded in your heart. The night when I miss you Every star is you. In the days when I miss you \n You are in every corner. Look up is you, low eyebrows is you. It is you who pick up the pen, and it is also you who drop the ink. The most beautiful lines of poetry are inextricably linked.</p>