You're the man in my eyes
the soot handsome silver willow.
So you've grown in my eyes
tall handsome.
And the thick wavy
hair, they are so anxious to
would push my fingers.
Researching a black silky
feel of thick dark hair.
Your voice in my ear is a beautiful melodious
Spring flute sound.
Love to you is inside the
summer sun after the rain.
It dries and warms.
I will love you through the decades,
it carries the feeling of his youth to a mature
time of old age.
You're the one who spring
get wild in the stream to flow.
I want to listen to your voice,
as long as the hearing is in order.
Still, we have the two mandarin ducks
flying in different directions.
Most in the world I'm afraid that we do not
never never meet again you and me.
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