Well, we don't roam together anymore.
Kill this deep night.
Although this heart is still infatuated.
Although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword will wear out the scabbard.
The soul also grinds enough chest.
This heart must stop breathing.
Love needs rest.
Although the night is for love.
Soon, it will be day again.
But in this moonlit world.
We no longer walk together.
Because I love you.
Because I love you.
That's why you are so beautiful.
Others also use admiring eyes.
Look at you.
Because I love you.
This is why you are young.
There are no wrinkles in the corners of the eyes.
There is not a wisp of white hair on his forehead.
Because I love you.
That's why you are so beautiful.
But don't be proud.
And don't play tricks.
If my love dies.
If my heart stops looking up to you.
In an instant, you become old.
Become extremely ugly.
thatched cottage
Andersen, Denmark.
There is a lonely hut washed by the waves on the beach.
Looking around, there is not a tree.
Only the sky and the sea, only cliffs and cliffs.
But there is the greatest happiness in it, because there is a lover to accompany you.
There is no gold or silver in the hut, but there are a pair of dear people.
Always staring at each other, how deeply you love each other.
This hut is small and shabby, and how lonely it is to stand on the shore.
But there is the greatest happiness in it, because there is a lover's company.
Secrets on the road
Thomas Lanster Romer, Sweden.
The sun fell on a sleeping man's face.
His dreams are more vivid.
But he didn't wake up.
Darkness fell on an impatient man.
Walking in the crowd in the dazzling sunshine.
People's faces.
The sky suddenly darkened like a shower.
I'm standing in the butterfly museum's room that holds every moment.
The sun is as strong as ever.
Its impatient brush is drawing the world.