apology
Is my ups and downs your will?
Trade my gold cloth for holden ash,
You weave a web of pain with happiness.
Whose brightest thread is a wasted day?
What I love so much is your will-
My soul's house should be a tortured place.
Like an evil lover, you must live there.
Immortal flame, immortal sorrow?
No, if that's your wish, I'll put up with it,
Selling ambition in the ordinary market,
Let plain failure be my place to belong,
Sorrow digs the grave in my heart.
Maybe it's better this way-at least
I have no heart of stone,
And I didn't feed my girlhood,
Or walk in the beauty of the unknown.
Many people have done this; Attempt to sell stolen goods
Bound souls should be free,
Through the dusty road of common sense,
When the whole forest is singing freedom,
The unmarked spotted eagle is in flight
Through the vast pinion, through the lofty air,
To a steep and inaccessible mountain peak.
Grab the locks of the sun god.
Or how little flowers are trampled,
Daisy, golden shield with white feathers,
Follow the wandering sun with longing eyes
If its leaves were once golden, it would be very satisfied.
But this must have happened.
The best lover for the time being,
Walk hand in hand with love and see
His purple wings flitted across your smile.
Alas! Through passionate asp
In my girl's heart, I broke the fence,
Standing face to face with a beautiful woman is really famous.
Prove legal
Is it for your wish that I want to be like a month's profit and loss?
Trade my gold dress for your coarse hair,
Weave a painful web to please you,
And every wonderful line in the net is a section.
Wasting time?
Is it for your wish?-My dear-
My soul house must be a torture place,
There will be immortal flames and immortal insects.
Dormant like an evil lover?
No, if I want to do what you want, I should bear everything.
Instead of selling ambitions in the ordinary market,
Let gloomy failure become my clothes,
Let sadness dig a grave in my heart.
Maybe it's better this way-at least
I have never turned my heart into a heart of stone,
Never let my childhood waste his wonderful feast,
I have never been to a place where the beauty is not what it is.
Many people do this in order to
Locked chains surround the soul that should be free,
Walking in the common sense of dust all day,
The whole forest is singing about freedom.
Did not pay attention to the spotted eagle in flight
How to spread your wings and fly over the mysterious sky,
Go to a steep mountain that no one has ever walked on.
Grab the last few strands of sun god's hair.
Never noticed how the little flower was trampled—
Daisies, golden shields decorated with white,
How I long to follow the sun and think about it.
As long as once her leaves can be crowned with a halo
I am very satisfied.
However, in a short time,
Favorite,
I used to walk hand in hand with my lover and watch.
His purple wings flitted across your smile.
Ah! Although passionate snakes
Swallow my son's heart, but if I ever
Tear open the fence and meet the beautiful scenery, and I will understand it deeply.
That is enough to touch the love between the sun and all the stars. ......