Praise to my lover(original tran

      I can't remember if you're slim.

      I don't remember if your hair was dark.

Praise to my lover(original translation of works)

      I don't remember if your voice was sexy.

      I don't remember if your breasts were full.

Praise to my lover(original translation of works)

      I don't remember if your ass was round. I can't remember if your skin is as white as snow.

      All I remember is that you are a kind woman with an angelic heart.

Praise to my lover(original translation of works)

      All I remember is that you are a gentle woman, as gentle and elegant as the Mona Lisa I have seen.

        All I remember is the love you told me, and you said to me, "I've never treated anyone like that, including my husband," that's the special physical contact.

Praise to my lover(original translation of works)

        All I remember is that you said to me, "I can meet all your needs, body and soul."

        All I remember is what you said to me: you are a talented person,you'd better get out of here as soon as possible. be careful that she drains your last flesh and blood and leaves with nothing.

Praise to my lover(original translation of works)

        All I remember is that you are a person who believes in intuition, and you tell me, "you are a talented person, noble, courteous, different, low-key and cautious. I like you because I like your character."

          If you had not warmed my lonely heart with a body full of love and comforted my longing for love, I would have gone and died.

Praise to my lover(original translation of works)

        If you hadn't seen me every day and given me a mysterious and gentle smile, I, an introverted and serious person, would have lost the joy of life and become a boring person because of seriousness.

Praise to my lover(original translation of works)

          If you hadn't told me that I love you because of your inexhaustible talent and imagination, I would have missed Cupid, the god of love. Had you not made me feel the tenderness of a woman again, my desire to conquer the heart would not have spewed fresh blood out of love.

Praise to my lover(original translation of works)