My shoulders are empty

I always do what I believe, according to my facts.
I feel like I'm paying for bile.
I loved the spiky roses, even though their spines hurt me.
My heart, my heart, tears, tears, floods, occasional pimples;
This crazy heart will continue to love this brave heart forever.

Love is love, life is love; can damage the back, suddenly rose to the left,
The nightingale stopped but still opened colorful flowers in the front yard …

She never smiled, didn't like, didn't say, loved daisies and smiled.
I hope to love the hope of cleaning without waiting to be loved.

I mean, I was still a flower, insect and child.
like you thought …

I wanted my child to stay all these years …
What changed when you grew up?
I've changed myself more than myself;
My shoulders are empty, empty on my page, hopeless, fearless eyes, haze, my head is not left …
My tear cheeks are from my autumn green eyes.