Till a’the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’life shall run.
~~Robert Burns~~
Till a’the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’life shall run.
~~Robert Burns~~
I love to be clasped by you so close and tight,
To feel your warmth,
And to smell your scent……….
Where you come like the spring,
To drive away the wintry weather.
Your vividness to let me forget the world has been so dark………
I see your face there upon looking on a wild flower,
Your beauty seems like illusion,
Once I try to hold, it will float into the depth of forest………
You pass by in silence,
Left the fresh air as in the morning of spring………