Always remember you.
Text/Elvis Presley
Pretend to be happy every time I see you.
I'm afraid that time is too boring to kill my memory.
When I woke up, I mistakenly thought that you were close at hand and never left.
Your beauty is fixed in the photo of twenty-four years old.
All kinds of handsome photography postures are fascinating.
Thousands of cute expressions explain your angelic naughty.
Like a child, you use Lolita to interpret flowers.
Like an old woman, your vicissitudes make you cry.
Maybe it's an elf that hurts your eccentricity and mystery.
Can I write you a hundred love poems without permission?
By the eighty-eighth stage, I was breathless with pain.
Beauty is like a cloud, who can easily replace you?
Before the green plum, the green plum withered and the fragrance overflowed.
If you don't see a bamboo horse, you will grow old and miss Wan Li.
From then on, everyone I fell in love with looked like you.
You cry, how can a woman like the wind be remembered?
Look, how thoroughly you won.
I will always remember you, humming a love song alone.