A poem:

Aidi credit card

I use my heart as an anti-counterfeiting ID card.

Open an eternal account in the bank of love.

Use your birthday as a password.

Get a universal credit card anytime, anywhere.

Then save your love one by one.

Spring is full, and the four seasons are like spring.

Let the poor love become richer and richer.

Now I am wandering at the end of the world.

Kill years of savings with acacia.

On the bumpy road.

When the rose is sallow and emaciated, it dreams of poverty and poverty.

I'm in the automatic cabinet on the moon.

Brush a few faint memories and take away a few different warmth.

Buy a regretless past.

Melancholy occasionally goes astray.

Can't swallow the encrypted affection,,,,,,,,,,,