You are gentler and cuter;
Strong winds will blow down the beautiful flowers that bloom in May,
Life in summer may end too soon;
Sometimes the giant eyes of heaven shine too hot,
His golden face will be blackened;
Everything is beautiful, and it will always fade away.
Destroyed by chance or natural metabolism;
But your eternal summer will never wither,
You will never lose your beautiful manners;
Death cannot boast that you wander in his shadow,
You will be with time in immortal poems;
As long as humans are breathing and seeing,
My poem is alive, let your life stretch.