Not only because of your appearance,
But also because,
When I'm with you,
My appearance.
I love you,
Not only because of everything you've done for me,
But also because,
For you,
What can I do?
I love you,
Because you can scream,
A real part of me.
I love you,
Because you crossed the wilderness in my heart,
As easy as sunlight penetrating the crystal,
My stupidity, my weakness,
It hardly exists in your eyes.
The most beautiful place in my heart,
But your light shines.
No one will bother to do so much,
Everyone else thinks it is too much trouble to find.
So no one has ever found my beauty,
So no one has been here.
Modern poetry is generally very long, and four sentences are too general.
However, I have seen a foreign poem called Cyrus Gold on Sunday before, which seems to be a nursery rhyme in Britain in the last century, called Song of Mother Goose.
Something like this:
Cyrus Gold was born on Monday.
Tuesday, be baptized
Wednesday, get married.
On Thursday, I got sick.
On Friday, I was very ill.
On Saturday, I lay dying in bed.
On Sunday, Cyrus Gold was lying in the grave.
Seven sentences, a lifetime, summed up feel puzzling.
In fact, I think this lyric suits you best:
When I was sixty-four years old,
The Beatles
When I get old, my hair will fall out.
Many years later.
Can you send me a birthday card and a bottle of wine?
If you don't come back at a quarter to three,
Can you lock the door?
Do you still need me?
Give me something to eat
When I was 64?
Even if you were old then.
As long as you are willing to say.
I would like to be with you.
I can help repair the fuse.
When your light is off.
I can knit a sweater by the fire,
Go for a ride on Sunday morning,
The whole garden, weeding,
I won't ask for more,
Do you still need me?
Will you still feed me,
When I was sixty-four?
Every summer we rent a cabin,
In the Isle of Wight, as long as it's not too expensive.
We will scrimp and save,
Watching your grandson climb into your arms,
Clown and idiot Wei
Send a postcard and write a sentence.
Tell me how you feel,
Clear your mind,
Promise me, sign a form,
Be my baby forever.
Do you still need me?
Feed me to eat,
When I was sixty-four?
The romantic and naughty style is very pleasing, I feel it.
In addition, I wish the landlord a happy wedding.