The first teardrop flows
That means I really miss you.
But you're not here.
The second teardrop flows
That means I want to meet you.
But you're so busy.
When the third teardrop flows,
I still think about you.
Even in my dream.
Like the moon,
I can't reach the moon in the night sky with my own hands.
YOU ARE READING
For you, my inspiration
PoetryMy collection of poems for you, who gave me inspiration.
