Describe spring poetry

How many times have I waved?

Always want to forget you

How many times have I made up my mind?

Always want to abandon you

How many times I cried

Always want to tell you

If you don’t love, you will break up completely.

How many times late night without people

I still miss you.

That kind of pain

That kind of hate

Always entangled me

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter

No matter the lonely day

I can't tell the depths of my heart.

Concerned about you

Whether it is spring blossoms

Still autumn red leaves full of mountains

Whether it is heavy snow

Still bright moon

This love is still strong

Deep with me

The painful suffering of countless misses

Love is still like this

It’s like I love spring

In desperation, always with hope

There is always a lingering thought in pain.

But I still love you.

Ah! I love you spring.