Daisy, it's so ordinary.
There is a kind of beauty hidden in the ordinary,
An indescribable beauty!
Let me sometimes envy, sometimes sad!
I am listening to music at the moment!
In my mind ... I became a wisp of wind.
Fly over the green country road;
Fly over the Chrysanthemum Sea in Huang Cancan;
Fly over the misty rain world with thick ink.
Took away the faint chrysanthemum fragrance!
The wind has stopped, and the flowers in the air are no longer diffuse.
Leave a song that turns grief into sorrow in my ear!
I slowly close my eyes with tears in my eyes!
Sleep quietly with a tired body and a melancholy soul.
I know .....
The chrysanthemums in my dreams will never wither,
Will always exude its faint fragrance. ........
Foreign poetry
Alfred de musset, Miao Saiju
I love you because you chose not to love;
I love you and I love your conscience;
I know my secret, I know my secret;
If one day, I will be moved,
Never mind, I don't need anything, but A Le is fine.
I feel very satisfied if you like.
I love and say nothing (only see you smiling at each other);
I love, only I can feel it in my heart;
I cherish my secret, and I also cherish my pain;
I swear I loved, without any hope.
But it's not without happiness-
As long as I can see you, I will be satisfied.