-To my love: Begonia.
Author: Haig
In autumn, begonia blooms. Haitang in my heart
My eyes look at you tenderly.
You sit quietly on the swing, clean toes.
Gently, floating-
This posture is leisurely and elegant.
Perhaps, I believe in spring more, and use spring.
Closely around the begonia, begonia flowers.
Yes, I am eager. I've always wanted it.
Tulips and herbs are purer and more elegant, I think so.
There is no fragrance of flowers and plants, but it is inseparable.
Begonia, a dream like begonia flower.
I want to pin the moon gently on your white skirt.
Reflect your most beautiful smile
Haitang, remember, I came to see you.
You'll remember when you cross the Lin Chun Bridge.
The river under the bridge flowed quietly, that bright night.
Begonia, moonlight flowing on petals.
Hanging in my hand, I smiled, too.
Then, we can get closer
I will talk to you day and night.
No words are needed. Yes, I only burned myself.
And you, even the white skirt is pure and quiet.
Begonia, your eyelashes are wet and the sky is bright at night.
Eyes are clean, and the rain washes the stamens of begonia.
Then, Haitang, don't doubt that you are the most beautiful.
I believe that the way we hug can prove this.
Our love is a huge square bluestone structure.
And I, will be our cornerstone, the most solid bottom.
begonia
Believe me, you are beautiful and peaceful.
I am willing to sing under the begonia tree and burn with my heart.
Forever.
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