多少人愛你青春歡暢的時辰泣矛,愛慕你的美麗,假意或者真心禾蚕。只有一個人您朽,愛你那朝圣者的靈魂,愛慕衰老了的臉上痛苦的皺紋换淆。
How many loved your moments of glad grace and loved your beauty with love false or true. But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you and loved the sorrows of your changing face.
多少人愛你青春歡暢的時辰泣矛,愛慕你的美麗,假意或者真心禾蚕。只有一個人您朽,愛你那朝圣者的靈魂,愛慕衰老了的臉上痛苦的皺紋换淆。
How many loved your moments of glad grace and loved your beauty with love false or true. But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you and loved the sorrows of your changing face.