You can doubt that the stars are torches;
You can doubt that the sun will move;
You can doubt that truth is a lie;
But my love never changed.
Love is like an oil lamp,
When the wick burns out,
Its flame will also be extinguished by darkness.
It can't always be good,
Because excessive good and evil will destroy themselves,
It's like a person dying of congestion.
What we need to do is,
You should do it as soon as you think of it;
Because people's ideas will change,
How many tongues, how many hands, how many accidents,
There will be a lot of hesitation and delay.
And talk about what to do,
This is just a sigh of comfort,
You can only hurt your own body.
Step 2 storm
When you are by my side,
The night has also become a fresh morning.
Except for you,
I don't expect any partners in this world;
Except for you,
My imagination can no longer produce an image I like.
Every time I see you,
My heart has flown to your side,
Willing to serve you,
Make me your slave.
I'm a fool,
Tears come when you hear what you really like!
3. "The futility of love"
The rising sun has never kissed such warm honey.
Give roses crystal dew,
When your eyes shine with its soul.
The rain that falls on my cheeks at night;
Hao Yue has never used such a bright light arrow.
Through the transparent heart of the deep sea,
Just as your beautiful face shines on my tears,
Drops of water stir up your icy soul.
Every tear is a car,
Take you with me in my sorrow;
The spray that overflowed under my eyelids,
Reflect the glory of your victory from your sadness;
Please don't take my tears as your mirror.
If you feel sorry for yourself, I will cry for the rest of my life.
Ah, beautiful fairy,
When I look into my heart, your face makes me feel sorry.
4. A Midsummer Night's Dream
The whole world belongs to me,
I'm willing to give up everything,
But I want to be you.
Ah! Teach me how to move my eyes,
What kind of magic was used to manipulate Demetrius' heart?
I frowned at him, but he still loved me.
I cursed him, but he gave me love.
The more I hate him, the more he follows me.
The more I love him, the more he hates me.
5. Merchant of Venice
Not afraid of dusk, but the days are long;
Handsome secretary, I'm glad to share a bed with you tonight.
The golden ring bundle between fingers, brilliant self-luminescence,
Don't dislike the roadside, lest your wife scold you.