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寫詩 - Phil Like Live

青衫陋室孤燈
裝一個最淒涼書呆子
月光西風落花
用詞差點酸到我自己
對仗擬人比喻
堆砌每個華麗的句子
五言七言絕句
絕對悲傷得讓你哭泣

我只能夠寫詩
寫詩
詩中的風花雪月你不知
撩動情絲 鋪一場相思的梅雨
雨滴到最後只能將這白紙
都沾濕
風乾後放進我的櫃子裡
到底這首詩寫給我還是你
我不知

有意取名無題
生一種不知名的悲慼
春意不能提及
天才值得哭哭啼啼
我是想感動你
還是讓自己不能自已
營造一份堅持
好讓苦戀苦得美麗

我只能夠寫詩
寫詩
詩中的風花雪月你不知
撩動情絲 鋪一場相思的梅雨
雨滴到最後只能將這白紙
都沾濕
風乾後放進我的櫃子裡
到底這首詩寫給我還是你
你愛不愛我多一個字不多
不愛也是愛我到底在寫甚麼
每首詩都比我難過
難道我就能不寂寞

我只能夠寫詩
寫詩
詩中的風花雪月你不知
撩動情絲 鋪一場相思的梅雨
雨滴到最後只能將這白紙
都沾濕
風乾後放進我的櫃子裡
到底這首詩寫給我還是你
我不知

Writing Poetry - Phil Like Live

In a humble abode with a lone lamplight,
I play the part of a forlorn bookworm.
As moonlight, western wind, and fallen blossoms,
My words nearly make me cringe from their sourness.
Using similes, metaphors, and personification,
I pile on each ornate phrase.
Five-character, seven-character, and quatrain,
I write with such sorrow, it would make you weep.

All I can do is write poetry,
To write poetry,
You do not know the romance and heartbreak within my verse.
Stirring emotions, I spread a melancholy like the梅雨season.
In the end, the raindrops can only soak this blank page,
Saturating it.
After it dries, I will put it away in my cabinet.
Was this poem written for me or for you?
I do not know.

I intentionally titled it "Untitled,"
To evoke an unknown sorrow.
Spring's beauty cannot be mentioned,
For a genius is worthy of weeping and wailing.
I wanted to move you,
Or perhaps, I wanted to indulge in my own sorrow.
Cultivating a sense of perseverance,
To make my unrequited love seem beautiful.

All I can do is write poetry,
To write poetry,
You do not know the romance and heartbreak within my verse.
Stirring emotions, I spread a melancholy like the梅雨season.
In the end, the raindrops can only soak this blank page,
Saturating it.
After it dries, I will put it away in my cabinet.
Was this poem written for me or for you?
Would you love me more with a simple yes or no?
Even rejection would be爱, what am I writing about?
Each poem brings me more pain,
Will it ever truly quench my loneliness?

All I can do is write poetry,
To write poetry,
You do not know the romance and heartbreak within my verse.
Stirring emotions, I spread a melancholy like the梅雨season.
In the end, the raindrops can only soak this blank page,
Saturating it.
After it dries, I will put it away in my cabinet.
Was this poem written for me or for you?
I do not know.