Traditional qipao is a poet, countless poems relevant to it with fancy dream that created beside the river, old table and lakes.
Now, let’s feel it:
Under the water, memories roots and sprouts
Time was overdrawn after countless hesitations
The black residue of fired life was swallowed by me
Suddenly, the elegant girl walking to me
While, it’s an illusion
I was a fish ever
To find a bright area for the rest of lifetime
But life is a joker
I was killed by my tears
For now, who am i?
A poet, for the whole beauty
I were an vintage when i am writing a poem for traditional Chinese cheongsam
For the reason
She could be the soul mates of me for my sparse life
What can I say
Shall i marry her?
It’s true love that always get me confused
Why I fall in love with a material object