We want beautiful creatures to keep breathing,
So beautiful roses may never die,
Only in this way, the beautiful rose will not fade,
But as time goes on, the mature ones should decrease.
But since all mature things are doomed to die,
His gentle heir may remember him:
His beautiful descendants should inherit his fragrance;
But you, your own bright eyes,
But you're engaged to your bright eyes,
Light your flame with rich fuel,
Burn yourself as firewood, burn the brilliance in your eyes,
Create famine in rich places
This led to famine in the harvesting area,
You are your enemy and you are too cruel to your sweet self.
You are fighting against yourself and making yourself miserable.
You are the fresh ornament of the world now,
Now you are a bright treasure in the world,
And the only messenger of gaudy spring,
Only you can open the way for the splendid spring,
Buried in your own bud is your content,
But you buried yourself in your own bud,
Gentle villain, wasted in meanness.
Gentle monster, wasting everything with meanness.
Pity the world, or this greedy man,
Have pity on the world, it deserves it.
In the name of the grave and you, eat what the world deserves.
Don't let you and the grave devour everything!