Can I compare you to a bright summer
You are more lovely and gentle than summer
The wind destroys the beauty of the May flower
Summer hurries away without stopping
The eyes of the sky are sometimes too hot
The golden face is often clouded
All beautiful images inevitably fade
accidental breakdown or natural aging
And you are like midsummer flourishing and not withering
Graceful and graceful will always be graceful
Death can't force you to die
you will live forever and immortal psalm
As long as people can breathe, the eyes are not blind
This poem and you will last forever
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