This flower has lost its fragrance,
Like your kiss, it once breathed on me;
Bright colors have faded,
No longer shine on you, the only you!
2
A shriveled corpse,
On my desolate chest,
It torments this still fiery heart with a cold and silent rest.
three
I cried, and tears won't bring it back to life!
I sigh, no fragrance pounces on me!
Alas, although this silent fate belongs to it,
But it suits me best.
"Birch Tree" Ye Saining
At my window,
There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Put a snowflake on it.
Furry branches,
The lace of snow embroidery is very chic.
Strings of flowers are in full bloom,
White tassels are picturesque.
In the dim silence,
Yuli this birch tree,
In the flashing golden light,
Shining with brilliant snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around,
Sunset,
It turned to the snowy branches.
Another layer of silver brilliance.
For reference.