Several times the tear marks were deep
all the moonlight in the building hard to be chanted
In years, messages were broken
the beauty’s eyes were dark already
Emotion was intoxicated in the fragrance of old wine
when flowers fell, I just knew who remembered me
People scattered at the beginning of the heart far
the end of the nusic and there wasn’t a guest leant against the railing
Metric New Poetry ● Twelve Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,326th Two Pairs of Couplets, 1/28/2021