If we follow the footsteps of sheep, we will enter the traffic you love.
You are my lover, I am your lover, you attract me, I pursue you;
You smell like myrrh. I want to hide my heart. You are as beautiful as impatiens. I want to wear it.
Enter your love, enjoy your fat, lie in your arms and enjoy your sweetness;
You love to be a pole and avoid me. You are like a beautiful thing, which makes me feel comfortable.
My lover belongs to me and I belong to you. You are a shepherd and I am a lily.
I just hope you come quickly, all the shadows will fly away, and I will see you like a deer on Mount Bite.
Myrrh, which died together, and frankincense, which came back to life, thoroughly fumigated me for your appreciation;
The north wind rises and the south wind blows, making my heart garden your favorite.
May I be as beautiful as a dove in your eyes and as brilliant as a lily in front of you;
May I be all yours and be happy with you, just as you are all mine, and I am the song in the song.
Beauty, like the moon, must have your image, light, like the sun, must have your figure;
Everything belongs to my lover, make your life bright, everything is for my lover, and make your mind smooth.
You are my life, I am your image, and the connection of love is as strong as death;
Nothing can be destroyed, nothing can be destroyed until you appear on that vanilla mountain.