An English love poem about warmth-so we? I don't wander anymore.
So we? I don't wander anymore.
It's so late,
Although the heart still loves,
The moon is still bright.
Because the sword has worn through its sheath,
The soul wears out the chest,
The heart must stop breathing,
Love itself has a rest.
Although it is born to love at night,
The day passes too fast,
But what about us? I don't wander anymore.
By moonlight.
We can't continue to linger.
We can't keep wandering,
Because the night is so deep;
Although the moonlight is still bright,
Although the love in my heart is still unfinished.
A worn scabbard cannot hide a sharp blade,
A penetrating chest can't shut the heart;
Can the heart keep rippling like this,
Love can't always be so exciting.
Even if night is a scene of loving heaven,
Even if the night is short, the sight is dawn;
We can't keep wandering,
We were inseparable in the moonlight.
On Warm English Love Poems Part II Night Party
Gray sea and long black land;
The yellow half moon is big and low;
Jumping waves
Red curly hair comes out of sleep,
When I pushed forward to reach the bay,
Restrain its speed? Muddy beach.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach.
Cross three fields until a farm appears;
A tap on the glass, a quick and sharp scraping sound.
And the blue sparks from lit matches,
Keep your voice down, okay? Its happiness and fear,
More important than two hearts beating each other!
Night meeting
The long coast is black,
The sea is gray;
Half the moon is big and yellow,
Hanging far and low.
I came by boat,
What a brave gallop;
The bow was frightened by the waves,
The ring reflected the moon in red.
Finally entered the port,
The ship sank into the mud;
Abandon the ship and go ashore,
The sea breeze is warm.
I long for,
As fast as the wind;
Beach after beach,
The fields became ridges.
I long for,
As fast as the wind;
Now it's a farmhouse,
Raise your hand and knock on the window lattice.
The match was lightly pressed,
Crisp and urgent;
I saw the blue light flashing,
Two hearts are pounding.
But listen to this whisper,
Surprise and fear;
The light shines in the heart,
Love is thicker than night.
If one day you want to cry.
Call me.
I don't know. I can't promise that I will make you laugh,
But I can cry with you.
If one day you want to run away?
Don? Don't be afraid to call me.
I don't know. I can't promise to stop you.
But I can run with you.
If one day you don't? I don't want to listen to anyone.
Call me.
I promise to be by your side,
I promise it will be very quiet.
But if one day you call me.
No one answered.
Come and see me,
Maybe I need you.
I'll be with you.
If one day you want to cry,
Call me.
I can't promise to make you laugh,
But I will cry with you.
If one day you want to escape,
Call me.
I can't promise to stop you,
But I can go with you.
If one day you don't want to listen to anyone,
Call me.