What a sad poem am I in your heart?

Fortunately, I lost my life, my heart is higher than the sky, my life is thinner than paper, and many people like you. I'm glad you're sick, not as well as one person's understanding. You have no medicine. You are all in the corner. Life is like a passer-by. However, I am young and ignorant, and I am no longer young. Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night, live in the grass, as beautiful as flowers.

In the wandering youth, perhaps only one person will make himself feel distressed for a lifetime. Wait a minute.