不为谁而作的诗——她

Her eyes are the only place that my exhausted soul can relax on.

她的眼眸是我疲惫灵魂唯一的栖息之所。

Her lips are the timely rainfall that thirsty tourists hunt for.

她的唇是口渴旅人孜孜以寻的甘霖。

Her voices are like evil's whispering that tempt me to fall.

她的嗓音如恶魔低语引诱我堕落。