Good things are always a kind of happiness.
John Keats
Good things are always a kind of happiness;
Its cuteness has increased; It will never
Enter nothingness; But it will remain.
A quiet pavilion, a sleep.
Full of sweet dreams, healthy and calm breathing.
Therefore, every tomorrow, we should embrace each other.
A gorgeous belt binds us to the earth,
Despite depression, inhuman lack
Noble nature, gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and dark ways
For our exploration: yes, even so,
Some beautiful shape dispelled the haze.
From our dark souls. Like the sun, the moon,
Old and young trees, the grace of budding into shade.
For simple sheep; This is the daffodil
And the green world they live in; lucid stream
It's a cool secret for themselves
Fight against the hot season; Brakes in the forest,
Rose rich in musk:
This is also the greatness of the end.
We imagine for the great dead;
Endless fountain of immortality,
From the edge of heaven to us.
Good things are always a kind of happiness;
Its beauty is increasing day by day; It will never
Go up in smoke; But it will keep us forever.
A quiet flower pavilion, a beautiful dream,
Health, even breathing and sleeping.
Therefore, every morning, we are knitting
A gorgeous ribbon connects us with the world,
Don't consider disappointment, don't consider the heartless person who lacks nobility.
Nature. No matter the sad years or the background.
The unhealthy dark road is looking for us:
Yes, put aside everything, a beautiful body.
Remove the coffin from our dark souls:
The sun and the moon grow for innocent sheep.
Shaded old trees and young trees are such things;
Narcissus and the green world they live in,
In the hot season, create a cool place for yourself to block the clear stream.
The bushes in the forest are covered with musk roses,
These are all things: we have deep feelings for the great ancients.
Imagine the splendor of fate, what we hear.
Or all the wonderful stories you have read.
This kind of thing: from the edge of the sky to us
An inexhaustible source of nectar.