Pushkin (Russian)
I loved you once: love, perhaps
has not yet died out completely in my mind;
wish it would not bother you any more;
and I do not want to upset and grieve you any more.
I have loved you in silence and without hope,
I have endured both shyness and jealousy;
I have loved you with such sincerity and tenderness,
may God bless you, and that another will love you as I have loved you.
I wait for you Xu Zhimo
I wait for you.
I look at the dim outdoors
As I look at the future,
My heart shocks my hearing blind.
Why aren't you coming? Hope
is allowed to blossom on every second.
I watch for your steps,
your laughter, your face,
your soft hair,
watch for all that you are;
hope on every second
dies - where are you?
I want you, so much that my heart aches,
I want your flame-like smile,
your flexible waist,
the flying stars at the corners of your eyes in your hair;
I'm stuck in an ecstasy,
like an island,
involuntarily floating amongst the python green waves! ......
Oh, I'm desperately looking forward to
your coming, to
that one magical Yudhish
opening on the top of time!
Why don't you come, forbearing!
You know, I know you know,
that your absence is a fatal blow to me,
deadening the blossoming spring of my life,
teaching the darkness that is solid as iron in a mine,
oppressing my mind and breath;
deadening the poor shoots of hope,
delivering me, prisoner-like, into the hands of
Jealousy and sorrow, the shame of birth
And the misery of despair.
It may be infatuation. After all, it may be infatuation.
I believe I am;
But I cannot turn a rudder that is already set,
and the winds of the world will not allow me to hesitate--
I cannot turn back, fate drives me!
I also know that this is mostly the way to
destruction, but
For you, for you,
I am willing to do anything;
this is not only my passion,
so says my only reason.
Infatuation! Want to tear off the fibers of a life
To touch the heart of a woman!
What I want to win, what I can win, at most, is
a tear from her,
a sneer from her indifference;
but I am willing, even if
the news of my powdered body were to go to
a stubborn stone, and she regarded me as
a rat in a crypt, an insect,
I would still be willing!
Infatuation to the true, is unconditional,
God can not call back a
infatuated heart as a general
sometimes call back a soldier who has been on the deathbed.
In vain, everything is in vain,
Your absence is undeniably real,
although my heart burns with fire,
hungry for all that you are,
your hair, your smile, your hands and feet;
no amount of wishing and praying can shorten the distance of an inch between you and me!
It is not possible to shorten the distance of an inch between you and me,
and it is not possible to shorten the distance between you and me,
and it is impossible for God to shorten the distance between you and me. the distance between you and me!
The dusk of the outdoors has
coalesced into the blackness of the night,
the branches of the trees are covered with snow and ice,
the birds have removed their chirping,
silence is the universe of this unanimous penetration of filial piety.
The hands on the clock kept gesturing
an arcane gesture, as if pointing,
as if sympathizing, as if mocking,
each time it hit the spot, I heard it as
a death knell for the living burial of my own heart.
This is the first time that I have ever seen a clock in the world.
To Kane
Pushkin (Russia)
I remember that wonderful moment:
There you appeared to me,
as a fleeting phantom,
as a spirit of pure beauty.
In the torment of despairing sorrow,
in the hauntings of noisy illusion,
I have heard your gentle voice in my ears for a long time,
and I still see your lovely face in my sleep.
Many ages have passed. Raging passions
dispelled the dreams of the past,
so I forgot your gentle voice,
and your heavenly face.
In the poor countryside, in the gloomy life of captivity,
My years faded away so quietly,
Without God, without inspiration,
without tears, without life, and without love.
Now the soul has begun to awaken:
And so there appeared to me you,
as a fleeting phantom,
as a spirit of pure beauty.
My heart leapt in ecstasy,
and for it all was reawakened,
with enchantment, with inspiration,
with life, with tears, and with love.
Thinking of the old days when we parted
Byron
Thinking of the old days when we parted,
Silent and speechless, with tears,
Premonitions of years of isolation,
We couldn't help but feel our hearts break;
Your face was cold and whitish,
Your kisses were even colder,
Heh!
Your face is cold and white,
your kiss is even more like cold ice,
and that moment was the harbinger of
my grief today.
The early morning condensation of cold dew,
cold through the corners of my forehead,
that feeling as if it was
a warning to me at this moment.
Your vows are all but shattered,
Your behavior is so frivolous:
People mention your name,
and I am humiliated to hear it.
They speak of you in my presence,
with a sound like a death knell;
and a shudder runs through my whole body-
Why so much affection for you?
No one knows that I knew you well,
heh, too well -
I shall long, long repent,
the depths of which are hard to tell to outsiders.
You and I met in secret,
and I grieved in silence,
that you should have deceived me,
that your heart had forgotten at last.
If many years later,
we meet again by chance,
how will I greet you?
Only with tears and silence.
Beautiful Moment
Bitlac (Italy)
Beautiful year, beautiful month, beautiful hour,
Beautiful season, beautiful moment, beautiful time,
In the beautiful place, in the pleasant village,
As soon as I met her eyes, I had to surrender my hand.
The golden arrow of Eros struck my heart,
it penetrated deep into my heart,
and I tasted this first love.
Falling into the painful yet sweet web of love.
A melodious voice from my heart,
Kept calling the lady's name,
Again with sighs, tears and longing.
I glorified her with the finest feelings,
Just for her, and for no one else,
I wrote such beautiful poems.
You remember?
Storm (Germany)
Do you remember how, every spring night,
we looked down on the garden from the window pane,
and there, in the midst of the night, mysteriously
floated the fragrance of spring flowers and lilacs?
The starry sky overhead is so vast,
and you are so young:-time flies darkly by.
How silent is the night! From the seashore
Clearly came the chirping of a thousand birds;
Our eyes crossed the treetops
Silently gazing out over the hazy countryside.
Now we are surrounded by spring again,
only we no longer have a homeland.
Now I often listen late at night without sleep.
Listen to whether the night wind is still blowing to the hometown.
Whoever establishes a family in his homeland,
he will no longer wander in a foreign land.
His eyes always look often to his homeland:
Only one consolation - we are still hand in hand.
Rosebuds
Klopstock (Germany)
I saw her in the green shade of spring,
I tied her with a rosebud;
She did not feel it, but only slept there a little.
I looked at her, and my life
With this sight I tied her life;
I felt it, but it was inexplicable.
But I whispered to her without words,
I shook and rustled the rosebuds;
So she awoke from her slight sleep.
She looked at me, and her life
With her sight tied to mine ......
Our surroundings became blissful.
Please say "I love you" again
Mrs. Browning
Please say it once, and say it to me again
Say "I love you" even if you repeat it over and over again like that
You'll see it as a song.
But remember, among the green hills and the green woods,
the valleys and the fields, even if the fresh springtime
comes in full green, it is not perfect,
if she lacks the cuckoo's syllable.
If she lacks that string of cuckoo syllables.
Love, surrounded by so much darkness, the only thing I heard in my ears was the sound of a
palpitating heart, in the midst of that agonizing restlessness,
I yelled, "Say it again: I love you!" Who smacks of
too many stars, even if each one turns in space;
too many flowers, even if each one overflows with spring?
Say you love me, you love me, with a ring of silver bells!
Just remember, still love me with your soul, in silence.
My beloved is like a red, red rose
Pence (Scotland)
Ho, my beloved is like a red, red rose,
First blooming in the winds of June;
Ho, my beloved is like a sweet tune,
Played in tune and harmony.
My good girl, what a beautiful person!
Look at me, what a deep love!
Dear, I love you forever,
Even if the sea dries up and the water runs out.
Even if the sea dries up and the waters run dry,
and the sun burns the rocks to dust,
Dear, I will always love you,
as long as I live.
Preciously, my only love,
Preciously, let us part for a while,
But I will come back,
even if it's for a thousand miles!
My lovesickness
Cam?es (Portugal)
My lovesickness,
When will I see you!
Time is so empty,
Life is so boring,
Everyone lives like this,
I'm the only one who can't go on.
Time passes,
but the days of meeting you,
are gone.
Look at the change,
has it cut off
this short life
that long thought!
Even if I get what I want,
to see you,
I still have to go through all kinds of trials and tribulations.
The pain of lovesickness
I have experienced it,
but there is nothing I can do about it,
because it is I who set the fire of love on fire,
and the deeper that pain goes,
the more pure the adoration for you,
becomes.
O my lovesickness,
my lovely debtor,
whom can I confide in with this fullness of true love,
.
This is my wish;
day and night
with you by my side.
Small Song
HEINE (GERMANY)
Maiden of endless joy,
How beautiful and innocent you are,
I would give my life for you alone,
.
Your sweet eyes
They twinkle as good as the moon;
Your rosy face
Reveals the red light of the rose.
From your little mouth
shines a pearl;
and the most beautiful jewel
is hidden in your breast.
Pleasure's endless maiden
Thinking of the old days when I first beheld you,
I felt a deer in my heart,
and that might have been a kind of love.
Serenade
Hugo (France)
After dusk, when you sing softly in my arms,
Do you ever hear my heart beating softly?
The gentle song evokes all the joys of my past.
Ah! Sing, sing, my darling, sing forever;
You smile as if the flower of love were budding,
And all the cares of my heart dissipate with it,
A pure smile like your faithful heart.
Ah! Laugh, laugh, my dear, laugh to your heart's content;
Just as you leaned over me in quiet sleep,
The breath seemed as if you were murmuring.
You are so peaceful and beautiful in your sleep.
Ah! Sleep in peace, sleep in peace, my dear, sleep in peace.
In the garden
Alesandre (Spain)
How sweet it is to know that she is never angry
!
By her side
Life is joyful.
Unseen
The black storm of the West
Sweeps over her face.
At best: a wisp of melancholy.
"Look, birdie!" Either, "Twigs ......"
Or, "What's flashing? ......"
Yes, the wind blows,
amorous and fragrant.
Flowers in the garden, enjoy them as she pleases.
The tall maple tree: fragrant, elegant, springy.
Sometimes she is by the tree, pavilion, delicate and fragrant.
Fairy-like aura, killing time.
Sometimes she is in the garden, clad in sunset, passionate,
Blazing sun, blonde hair glittering ......
But I see her colors as she walks along the path,
Roses racing before her.
In my heart, I was suddenly filled with melancholy.
Roses. Love. Petals. The fragrance.
She is fully focused on the face, always bathed in the fragrance of flowers,
In the fragrance, radiant and moving! Positively youthful in time!
Forever young mornings
enveloped her silhouette.
The thin bodice, transparent and fiery red.
How dedicated I was, unable to look away,
unaware of the gentle flickering of her slightly exposed body.
The Dianthus is lush, the violets are light,
and the darkly scented, nameless flowers at my feet.
Slightly naked in the sunlight, shy face,
Turning to me, she gazed at me,
conveying a mysterious, unbelievable love.
At once I let go of my throat to call her to me,
calling her by her name in a heartfelt voice.
She was getting closer and closer, within reach, refreshing,
her voice a nakedness.
Incredibly bright and mesmerizing,
she offered me a bouquet of bushes. Here she is at this moment:
With her fragrance,
wet, veiled hands,
and her kisses-
Fiery passion.
To Clemona
Weiland (France)
Mysterious ship's song,
Speechless heart's song,
Beloved, since your eyes
are as blue as the sky,
Since your voice
is like a strange phantasmagoria
disturbing my reason,
Making it like a madness,
Since your mind
is white and fragrant,
Since your breath,
is pure and simple,
Ah, since the whole of you,
is like a stirring music,
like the wheel of light in the departed hours of heaven,
tone and fanginess,
that gentle rhythm
makes the heart and mind connect,
sensing my sensitive heart,
wishing it was true!
You are the April day on earth
Lin Huiyin
I say you are the April day on earth,
Laughing sounds light up the four winds; light spirits
Crossing dances change in the glistening light of spring.
You are the cloudy smoke in the early April day,
dusk blows the softness of the wind, the stars flash unintentionally in
and the drizzle sprinkles in front of the flowers.
That light, that graceful, you are, Fresh Yan
Hundreds of flowers of the crown you wear, you are
Naive, solemn, you are the full moon night after night.
The piece of goose yellow after the snow melts, you are like; fresh
The green of the first buds, you are; tender and joyful
The watery light floats with the white lotus that you expect in your dreams.
You are a tree of blossoms, a swallow
murmuring between the beams, - you are love, warmth
a piece of poetry, you are the April day on earth!
Touching the Fish
Yuan Hao Wen
Ask the world, what is love, straight to life and death?
The two flyers in the south and north of the sky, the old wing a few times in the summer and winter!
The joy of pleasure, the pain of parting, in which there are even more foolish children.
You should be able to say something about the clouds, the snow, and the shadows of the mountains, and you should be able to see who is going to be there!
Hengfen Road, the loneliness of the year xiao drums, the smoke is still flat Chu.
The soul of the Chu some why contend and, the mountain ghosts cry from the wind and rain.
The sky is also jealous, not believe with, warblers and swallows are yellow earth.
Thousands and thousands of years, in order to stay for the scholars, singing and drinking, visit the goose hill.
I would like to be the rapids ......
Petofi (Hungary)
I would like to be the rapids,
the streams in the mountains,
passing by on the rugged paths,
rocks... ...
As long as my beloved,
is a little fish,
swimming happily in my waves
.
I would be the barren forest,
on the banks of the river,
to a gust of wind,
fighting bravely ......
as long as my beloved,
was a little bird,
in the thick,
branches of my trees Make a nest among them and chirp.
I would be a ruin,
On the precipitous rock,
This silent destruction,
Does not chagrin me ......
As long as my beloved,
Is the ivy of youth,
To climb along my desolate forehead,
climb intimately upward.
I would be the hayloft,
At the bottom of the deep valley,
The roof of the hayloft,
Weathered by the wind and the rain ......
As long as my beloved,
Is the lovely flame,
In my hearth,
Flashes pleasantly and slowly.
I would be a cloud,
a gray tattered flag,
fluttering lazily about in the vast air,
as long as my beloved,
was a coral sunset,
palming my pale face,
revealing a vivid splendor.
How can I not think of her
Liu Hannong
There were some slight clouds in the sky,
and some breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blew my hair,
To teach me how not to think of her?
The moonlight is in love with the ocean,
and the ocean is in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
How can I not think of her on such a honeyed silver night?
How can I not think of her?
Fallen flowers flow slowly on the surface of the water,
Fish swim slowly under the water.
Ah!
Swallow what words do you speak?
How can I not think of her?
The dead tree shakes in the cold wind.
The wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some sunset in the western sky,
how can I not think of her?
Forever, I wait
In the afterglow
If in the morning I hear you pouring out, the most beautiful
The verb, if I die that night
What fear have I? When I love
I will love poignantly, if not magnificently
Your beauty splits me for no reason, this summer
Just stretch out your arm, and a miracle will land
In the palm of the spread hand, there will be a landing for you
In the palm of my hand, in the palm of a lotus
For example, in the dusk at the end of the summer, in the face of the pool of fresh fragrance
In the face of the The souls of the quiet spontaneous combustion
Which one, which one will promise me
If I call you by your little name?
As long as there is pool, as long as there is summer
A petal of red color, why should I meet you?
Lotus is Zhen Zhen's nickname, Lotus is Zhen Zhen
One thought of Zhen Zhen, see Lotus is a person
As long as there is still in the heart, as long as there is still in the dream
There is still a petal of freshness, that is, the summer is already gone
That is, the remnants of stems on the ground, that is, the sky is full of broken stars, the immortality of the soul of the Lotus is still there
Forever, I will wait for you to part your lips, open your teeth, and spit out That verb
Where love has been, far from forgetting. The anti-wounded
Ever traumatized. My wounds
are red and shocking, branded in the shape of a lotus flower
Occasionally
Xu Zhimo
I'm a cloud in the sky,
occasionally projected in the center of your waves --
You don't have to be surprised,
moreover you don't have to be joyful!
In the twinkling of an eye, the trace of it disappears.
You and I meet on the dark sea,
You have your, and I have mine, direction;
It is better that you remember,
it is better that you forget,
the light that shines from each other at this rendezvous!
You can't blame me
Wen Yiduo
You can't blame me!
This turns out to be nothing,
Life is a ping-pong meeting,
Let him ping-pong kind of miss.
You do not blame me!
You can't blame me!
The teardrops are waiting by the eyes,
only if you say a word,
a word will touch down.
You do not ask me!
Don't you mess with me!
Don't try to light a fire on the ash.
My heart was tired long ago,
It is better to let it sleep!
You don't mess with me!
You don't touch me!
What do you think, what do you think?
We're just a scratch,
Should be gently missed.
You do not touch me!
Don't you worry about me!
From now on, add a lock;
Don't knock on the wrong door,
This time I'm to blame for the disaster.
Don't you worry about me!
For--
Shelley (England)
1
There is a word that is often abused,
I don't want to abuse it any more;
There is a feeling that is not valued,
Can't you despise it any more?
There is a hope too much like despair,
that prudence cannot crush;
only mercy from your heart,
is precious to me.
2
What I offer cannot be called love,
it is only worship,
even the heavens are kind to it,
thinking that you will not be surprised?
It's like a moth yearning for the stars,
darkness wanting to embrace the dawn,
how can you not make the miserable world
love the distant things?
The Rainy Lane
Dai Wangshu
With an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, he wandered alone in the long, long
and lonesome Rainy Lane
I hoped that I would meet
a lilac-like girl
with a sorrowful heart.
She has the color of lilacs,
the fragrance of lilacs,
the sadness of lilacs,
moaning in the rain,
moaning and wandering.
She was wandering in the lonely rainy alley,
holding an oil-paper umbrella,
like me,
like me,
moving silently,
cold, bleak, and despondent.
This is the first time that I've seen a girl in the world, and I'm not sure if it's a good idea.
She approached
She approached silently, and casting a
too-breathless gaze,
she drifted by
dreamlike,
disturbed and confused like a dream.
Like a dream drifting by
A lilac ground
This wench drifted by me;
She was silent and far, far away,
To the decrepit hedge wall,
Walking down this rainy lane.
In the dirge of the rain,
dissipated her color,
dispersed her fragrance,
dissipated, even her
taiyo-like gaze,
lilac-like melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
wandering in the long, long
and lonesome rainy alleys,
I hoped to float past
a lilac-like
girl with sadness.
When you are old
When you are old, and your hair is gray, and your sleepy thoughts are faint
Doze by the fire, take down this poem
Read it slowly, and think back to the softness of your eyes in the olden days
Recall the heavy shadows of their yesteryear
How many have loved your youthful and joyous hours
Loved your beauty, pretended and true
There is only one who loves you.
Only one loved your pilgrim's soul
Loved the wrinkles of pain on your aged face
Hangs its head, and by the red-flame flickering hearth
Whispers mournfully of that love's fading
On the hills overhead it slowly paces
Hides its face among a crowd of stars
Yes! There is only one person in this world who loves your pilgrim soul and the wrinkles of pain on your aging face. That person is the one true love you can trust and truly admire.
Troublesome
Dai Wangshu
Said to be the clear sorrow of a lonely autumn,
said to be the acrimony of a distant sea.
If someone asks me about my worries,
I dare not say your name.
I don't dare to say your name,
If someone asks me about my worries:
Say it's the love of the distant sea,
Say it's the sadness of the lonely autumn.
Soliloquy
Paz (Mexico)
Beneath the peeling porch columns,
between dreams and nothingness,
the sound of your name
intersperses itself into my sleepless clockwork.
Your long, light red hair,
is summer lightning,
undulating with sweet, ravaging force
down the spine of the night.
The running waters of dreaming darkness
Surging among the ruins,
From nothingness constitute thee:
The braid of pained hair, already forgotten.
The wet shore of the night,
lapping horizontally across a sea of
sleepwalking in nothing.
Tightly bonded
Ibarboro (Uruguay)
I grew up
Just for you.
Cut me down, I'm an acacia tree
that needs this attentiveness from you.
I grew into a flower
Just for you.
Cut me down, I'm a lily
I don't know if I'm budding or growing into a flower.
I am a blue wave
And just for you.
Drink of me, even the crystals
are jealous of my water being so clear.
I grew wings
Also for you.
Hunt me, I am the lamp-moth
fluttering around the flames of your passion.
For you, I am willing to suffer
Your love damages me and sweetens me!
Axes and hunting nets also make me happy
Scissors and thirsty drink also make me like!
Pour the blood of my whole body
To thee, my love.
This blood congeals into bright red scars
No button is more beautiful, what jewelry can be prettier?
I pinned seven bone spurs to my hair
in lieu of crystal hairpins.
Instead of onyx earrings, I had red-hot balls of fire in my ears
.
Watching me endure this torment,
you laugh playfully.
You will suffer,
and then you will no longer be my beloved!
I just laughed and said goodbye to you
Jandani? Shah (Nepal)
I had just laughed and said goodbye to you
But then I turned around and was busy wiping away the quiet tears
When you had just taken a step away from me
I was in a hurry to calculate the date of your return
Even though it was just a two-day parting
I was so upset and restless
I felt like I had forgotten something, like I had lost something. I've forgotten something, I've lost something
It's like I'm missing something
It's like I'm in a desert in the midst of all the hustle and bustle of the crowd
It's like the moon has abandoned the stars and hidden itself
Every moment of these two days and nights has been so irritating
Even the time is running out
The songs that used to be so beautiful are also so annoying
And the songs that used to be so beautiful are also so irritating
What's the point?
It's like a flower withering away and only the thorny branches remain
Departure Thoughts
Yuan Zhen (Tang)
Once upon a time, the ocean was not water, and the witch mountain was not a cloud.
It is not necessary to look back at the flowers, but it is necessary to cultivate them.
Yi's eyes Wang Jingzhi
Yi's eyes are the warmth of the sun;
otherwise, why is it that as soon as Yi looks at me,
my frozen heart warms up?
Yi's eyes are the scissors that untie the knot;
otherwise, why is it that when Yi looks at me,
my shackled soul is free?
Is the eye the key of joy;
otherwise, why is it that as soon as I look at me,
I dwell in paradise?
Yi's eyes have become the fuse of sorrow;
otherwise, why is it that as soon as Yi stares at me,
I am drowning in the sea of sorrow?
The encounter is in the past, WEN Yiduo
Joyful eyes, excited heart;
The encounter is in the past, and when the time comes to break up,
The gentle smile will turn into a bitter smile,
It would be better to strangle the seedling when the love is just sprouting.
Destiny is an irregular shuttle,
While grief is not yet a chapter and change is not yet late,
Let us be forever the warp and woof of the plain line;
Always bright and uncontaminated by vulgar love.
Break up, our meeting is past,
Let the heart endure much hunger and remorse.
The smile of your friendship has been a dream for me,
and I would not dare to ask for your affectionate sighs.
One day in the future, we may meet again,
You are fuller in appearance, while I am still haggard.
My unashamedly brisk statement,
"Our destiny was short, but there was a time."
We met once, from the west and east,
and the blood, the spirit, of my whole body surged like a tide,
"But only that once we met, and then we parted."
Leaving my heart forever baffled in the long night.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that you know you love each other, but you can't be together
It's that you know you can't resist this miss, but you have to pretend that you don't have the slightest concern
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that you know you can't resist this miss, but you have to pretend that you don't have the slightest concern
This is not that you know you can't resist this miss, but you have to pretend that you don't have the slightest concern. Pretend that you are not in your heart at all
But; with your own cold heart; digging an uncrossable ditch to the one who loves you
The fish said, "You can't see the tears in my eyes because I'm in the water."
The water said, "I can feel the tears in your eyes because you are in my heart."
The fish said to the water, "I cry all the time, but you will never know because I am in the water .
The water said, I know because you are always in my heart.
I am not a fish and you are not water, can you see my lonely tears?
Perhaps, for they are the tears of a lonely lover.
The fish said to the water, I will never leave you, for I cannot live without you.
The water said, I know, but what if your heart is not there?
I am not a fish, and you are not water, I will not leave you because I love you,
but do you have me in your heart?
The fish said to the water, I am lonely because I can only stay in the water.
The water said: I know, because I carry your loneliness in my heart.
I am not a fish, and you are not water, I am lonely because I miss you,
But can you feel it from afar?
The water said to the fish: if there were no fish, what would be left in the water?
The fish said: if there were no you, then how would there be me?
I am not a fish, and you are not water, and I will still live well without your love,
But living well does not mean I can forget you.
The fish said to the water: a lifetime of not being able to go out and see the outside world is my biggest regret
The water said: a lifetime of not being able to disabuse you of this idea is my biggest failure
I'm not a fish, and you're not a water, and all I want now is a lifelong commitment
But can you afford it?
The fish said to the water: in your life, how many fish am I?
The water said: You are not the first fish in the water, but the first in my heart.
I am not a fish, you are not water, we are not the first in each other's lives,
But, know what? You're the first person I want to marry.
The fish said to the water: do you believe in love at first sight?
The water said, The moment I realized you were a fish, I knew you would swim into my heart.
I'm not a fish, and you're not water, and I thought my feelings for you wouldn't last long because it was love at first sight .
But I was wrong, feelings like wine, the more sealed the more fragrant, the more long-lasting.
The fish said to the water: why is it that every time I ask you to answer?
The water said: because I like to let you know my heart in the answer.
I am not a fish, and you are not water, so why do you always make me wait?
Don't you know that waiting = losing faith = giving up?
If I were a fish and you were water, how wonderful it would be!
Water always knows what the fish is thinking, because the fish is in the heart of the water.
But I'm not a fish, and you're not water,
You'll never know my love, because I may not be in your heart at all!