Don't worry about my heart.
Take on your destiny.
What winter has taken from you.
I'll give it back to you during the Spring Festival.
How much is left for you?
How wonderful the world is.
Whatever you like.
You can love my heart.
Author: Heine
You are a flower, you are a lovely child.
-(Germany) Heine
You are a flower, you are a lovely child,
I recognized you from your kiss,
No flower's lips are so gentle,
No flower's tears burn so violently.
My eyes are closed, but my soul
But I've been looking at your face,
You stare at me, so sweet, so ecstatic,
The moon sparkles with silver.
We have nothing to say.
But my heart
But I feel everything you meditate in silence—
What you said is shameful,
Silence is the pure flower of love.
Ask what kind of brilliance ruby shines,
Ask cordate telosma and rose, what kind of fragrance it gives off,
But don't ask, Yin Hui in June.
Two-color flower and his dead lover are whispering something!