I want to be your cup of tea, your night dream, and your ferryman.
Meaning: That is to say, I want to be the person you like, usually used when expressing love.
Similar sentences:
I want to sing music to your ears, put light on the candle, and drink wine in the glass.
I want to paint a picture beside your bed, like an eagle above the clouds, my sweetheart.
I don’t regret it as my clothes get wider and wider, and I feel haggard because of the beauty. －Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"
The relationship between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs·Bei Feng·Drumming"
If love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? －Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"
When will we know when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
If a beautiful woman comes, you will never forget her when you see her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Huang·Qin Song"
This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. . －Zheng Chouyu's "Fu Farewell"
Entering my lovesickness door, I know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless memories. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. －Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi"
The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "The Moon Ascends a High Building"
After a desolate farewell, the two echoed each other, and the most overwhelming one was the bright moon. - Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
Huanjun's pearls shed tears, wishing they had met before they were married. -Zhang Ji's "Yan of a Chaste Woman"
How to make you meet me, at my most beautiful moment, for this, I have been praying in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us form a mortal relationship.
-Xi Murong's "A Blooming Tree"