Can I compare you to summer?
You are gentler and more lovely:
The strong wind will blow away the beautiful flowers that bloom in May,
The life of summer is too ended. Quick:
Sometimes the giant eyes of the sky shine too hot,
His golden complexion will be darkened;
Everything is beautiful, always Will wither away from beauty,
Destroyed by chance or natural metabolism;
But your eternal summer will never wither,
You will never You will lose your beautiful appearance;
Death cannot praise you for wandering in his shadow,
You will be with time in immortal poetry;
As long as humans are breathing and eyes can see,
My poem will live and make your life last.