Poem about losing

the sun seemed to no longer shine for me
the breeze no longer came to tease me
I sat in the corner of my loneliness
pensive
imagine your beautiful face
I try to paint your face on the canvas
but I can not
my hands are too tired
tired of longing to stroke your beautiful haircut
too far I fly in the sky longing
too high please me
make me not ready if you have to losing yourself

Ah, all right
So that everything ends soon then shorten it
Indeed I am misunderstanding
Reality is an empty dream
Such a hope ended up being a funny joke