Music, trembling in memory,
When the sweet violet is set to zero,
Aromatic, lingering in the sense of smell.
When the roses wither.
Leaves, pile up your lover's bed,
When you drift away,
Love will sleep in my thoughts of you.
Who can tell me! Why do I care about you?
It is the impulse to rush into the rain on rainy days.
It is the pleasure of secretly doubting in class.
I was shaking inexplicably when I saw you.
Or when I stood still, a gentle smile flashed in my mind.
Who can tell me! Why should I care about you?
It was the breeze that caused the slight ripples.
It is the calm of the sea that cannot last long.
It is the shadow of the moon hidden in the lake.
Or the look on your face when you're angry.
Sad music haunts my ears.
An anxious heart cannot be calm.
From the day I met you.
My body betrayed me.
Never come back!
Condemn me like this
Condemn me Said I didn't do enough,
I should repay your selfless kindness,
Forget to wake up your sweetest,
Although, I am more and more attached to you;
Said I was often absent-minded,
He gave your precious feelings time;
Said I'd sail as soon as there was wind,
So as to stay away from your sight;
Remember my willfulness and fault,
Accumulate all kinds of doubts,
You just leave your dissatisfaction with me in your brow,
Don't shoot me with endless hatred;
Because I need time to prove,
How much I love you ...
Who can tell me! Why do I care about you?
It is the impulse to rush into the rain on rainy days.
It is the pleasure of secretly doubting in class.
I was shaking inexplicably when I saw you.
Or when I stood still, a gentle smile flashed in my mind.
Who can tell me! Why should I care about you?
It was the breeze that caused the slight ripples.
It is the calm of the sea that cannot last long.
It is the shadow of the moon hidden in the lake.
Or the look on your face when you're angry.
Sad music haunts my ears.
An anxious heart cannot be calm.
From the day I met you.
My body betrayed me.
Never come back!
I didn't write it! For reference only! ) william shakespeare
I wrote this! It's just a question of ... seeing yourself! It's none of your business. Excuse me! However, I very much disagree with your practice of "soliciting contributions"! Since you love her, you should write a truly touching article for her, instead of rhetoric ... I hope you can understand! Go back and write an article for her yourself! She will be very happy to see it! If others' caution is self-defeating! I can understand your feelings, I also have people I like, and I can understand your feelings ... hey ~! Share weal and woe, share weal and woe Neither of us is happy-forever! Good luck! )