I envy the keyboard that kisses your fingers (UK). Shakespeare, my music, you gently play the harmony of the tightrope, and teach the happy keys to pour into a series of notes that fascinate my ears under the bondage of your lovely fingers. I often envy the keyboard and my lips. They dance lightly and kiss your soft fingers. I should have harvested, but I was ashamed to stand by and watch the boldness of the keys! Through teasing, my lips are eager to change the situation with those dancing sawdust; Don't walk around with your fingers on the sawdust-the dead sawdust is luckier than the living lips. Meng Lang keyboard so happy? Ok, put your finger to the keyboard and give me a kiss on your lips! Mild day appeared after dark (Britain) Shakespeare's hand-made lips of God spit out a voice of "I hate …" to me who was haggard for her: but as long as she saw me sad, her heart immediately became generous and condemned her tongue, which should have been used to convey gentle sentences; Teach it to say hello again and make a change: she immediately abandoned the disgust of "I hate ..." and saved my life, saying, "Not you." My lover is more beautiful than any fairy (Britain) Shakespeare My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is much redder than her lips: Luo Ting is white, her breasts are dull, and if her hair is made of wire, so is her head. I have seen red and white roses, they are like veils; But she couldn't find such roses on her cheeks; There are many smells that are very attractive, but my mistress's breath doesn't have this smell. I love listening to her talk, but I know very well that music is far better than her voice; I admit that I have never seen this goddess walk, but my mistress walks in a down-to-earth way: however, I swear to God that my lover is better than any beautiful woman praised as a fairy. Match your heart with your eyes (UK) Shakespeare I love your eyes! Those lovely eyes showed infinite consideration and sympathy for my pain; They know that your heart torments me with contempt, so they are painted black to show their sadness and sympathy: whether the gray face in the east reflects the rising sun or the dark evening reflects the bright stars; To tell the truth, all this is magnificent and beautiful, not as beautiful as your face with sad eyes! Ah, since sadness adds charm to you, let your heart match your eyes; May it be integrated with every part of your body and show compassion and affection for my pain! Then I swear that black is the embodiment of beauty, and everything without your skin color is ugly! Don't let me defend your ruthlessness (Britain) Shakespeare, don't let me defend your ruthlessness, your meanness has broken my heart! If you want to kill me, you can use your power. Don't play tricks. If you want to kill me, you can use your tongue instead of your eyes: clearly say that you have another love, but in front of me, my heart and eyes should not look elsewhere! You are far stronger than my defense under pressure. Why did you try to kill me with a trick again? Ah, let me defend my lover: she knows that the poison arrow that killed me is her gentle eyes! So, she took the poisonous arrows away from my face, that is, she shot their harm at each other. No, just kill me with your eyes at once and ease my pain. Anyway, I am on the verge of death! You occupy my heart (English) Shakespeare, where did you get such great power to occupy my heart without blowing off the dust? I have to say that what I saw is true, and I have to say that the sun is not shining! Where did you learn the skill of turning ugliness into goodness? The right to use it makes all your ugliness shine! Use your right to have all the worst things in you, but in my opinion, it is better and more brilliant than this world! What I saw and heard made me hate you for nine points. Who taught you to increase my sensitivity to you by ten points? Ah, although I love what others hate, he shouldn't hate me and follow others! Since your meanness has just aroused my infatuation, you should love me all the more and cherish it! Indian Serenade (UK) Shakespeare just woke up from a dream about you in his first sweet sleep at night. The night wind was blowing gently and the bright stars were shining. I got up from my dream of you and left the ground. A soul attached to my feet guides me. Oh, unbelievable, I came to your screen window, dear! Second, the drifting music has been exhausted and lost in the dark and quiet Qingxi-the fragrance of Jinxiang wood has disappeared, just like the sweet feelings in a dream; The nightingale's cry of blood has come to an abrupt end in her heart-my life will also stop in your heart, because, oh, I only love you! Oh, please help me get up from the grass. I'm dying, unconscious and exhausted! Let your love fall on my pale lips and eyelids in the dense kissing rain; My cheeks are cold, pale and bloodless! My heart is heavy and beating fast-oh, hold it tightly in your heart, and it will eventually break in your heart.
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