Because I am a poor man.
I'm mainly breathing the souffle in my stomach.
A fragrance permeates my heart. Because I am a fragrance that permeates our words,
The marchers in My Story
Today, I love you
Today, I heard some voices, I heard some voices, some voices, some voices …
In this article, the French poems recited by young artists are Hugo's.
"I put my lips"
"I put my lips on your full golden cup;
Put your gaunt forehead in your hand;
I sometimes get your leisurely fragrance,
Sometimes I breathe the warmth of your soul;
I overheard you whisper to me;
Every word between the lines is a mysterious spiritual representation;
I have seen you smile, I have seen you cry sadly;
Mouth to mouth, eyes to eyes,
I have seen you there, alas! I've seen the stars you often hide,
A ray of light flashed on my lucky head;
I saw you put the roses in your life,
I threw purple into the waves of my life.
So, now that I know that time has passed,
"You flow! Just flowing! I'll never get old again!
Go to you and take away the residual flowers on your water;
There is a flower in my soul, and no one can pick it!
I filled the cup of life,
When your wings touch it, it won't overflow at all.
There is more fire in my soul than all your ashes,
Nothing can drown the love in my heart! "