1, rather mean
When our innocence is covered by injustice, when legitimate entertainment is abused, we do not observe our feelings, but rely on prejudice. It is better to be despicable than to bear a despicable name.
Why do other people's hypocritical and obscene eyes have the right to praise or slander my active blood? Why do people who are worse than me, who specialize in my weaknesses, slander what I think is good?
I am who I am, and their slander on me. They can only publicize their meanness: I am honest, and their eyes are not straight; How can such a bad heart criticize me? Unless they insist on this stupid heresy: evil is human nature and evil rules the world.
2. Love is an eternal beacon.
I will never admit that there will be any obstacles to the combination of two hearts; Love is not true love, if you turn the rudder as soon as you see others change, or leave as soon as you see others turn.
Oh, never! Love is an eternal beacon. It watched the storm intently, but was indifferent. Love is a star that guides the lost boat. You can measure how high it is, but its value is infinite.
Love is not affected by time, although beauty and white teeth are inevitably poisoned by time; Love will not change with the change of the moment, it stands tall until the end of the destination.
If my words are wrong and proved to be incorrect, even if I didn't write poems, no one really loved me.
How can I compare you to summer?
How can I compare you to summer? You are not only cuter than it, but also gentler than it. The buds of love in May are humiliated by the wind, and the period given to them in summer is too short. The eyes in the sky sometimes shine too hard, and its brilliant golden face is often covered up, destroyed by accidental or impermanent heaven, and finally withered or destroyed without fragrance.
But your long summer will never wither, and you will never lose your bright red fragrance, or death will boast that you are wandering in his shadow. When you are as long as an immortal poem, as long as there are human beings, or people have eyes, this poem will last forever and give you life.
4. Your sympathy erases the worldly contempt.
Your sympathy erased the blasphemy and shame from my forehead; What does other people's reputation have to do with me? You praise my kindness and hide my evil!
You are my whole universe, I must work hard. Listen to my honor and disgrace from your mouth; I treat others and others treat me like death. Who can make me have a heart of stone and distinguish between good and evil? I threw all other people's opinions into the abyss, clean as a deaf snake, and I turned a deaf ear to his flattery or slander.
Please listen to how I forgive my indifference: you are so deeply rooted in my heart that all the world except you think of death.
5. When forty winters surround your rosy cheeks.
When forty winters have surrounded your rosy cheeks and dug deep trenches in your beautiful garden, your youthful finery, so envied, will turn into a tattered rag. No one should watch: at that time, if someone asked you where your beauty was and where the treasure of your youth was, you said, "In my deep eyes, it was a shame of greed and a useless compliment."
It is even more valuable to use your beauty, if you can say "I, a lovely child, sum up my account and forgive my old age" and prove that his beauty is inherited from your blood! This will rejuvenate you in your old age and rejuvenate your cold blood.