My Luve Is Like A Red , Red Rose
Robert Burns (1759–1796)
O my luve’s like a red , red rose
That’s newly sprung in June ;
O my luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune .
As fair art thou , my bonnie lass ,
So deep in luve am I ;
And I will luve thee still , my dear ,
Till a’ the seas gang dry .
Till a’ the sea gang dry ,my dear ,
And the rocks melt wi, the sun :
I will luve thee still , my dear ,
While the sands o’ life shall run .
And fare thee weel , my only luve !
And fare thee weel a while !
And I will come again , my luve ,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile !
吾爱嫣红玫瑰,
熏风六月俏立。
如歌似画甜甜,
韵律优美细腻。
靓丽如斯如你,
爱情坚贞不疑。
大海一般深沉,
海有枯竭石移!
海有枯竭石移,
我亦倾心于你!
纵使岩石成灰,
只要生命未熄。
殷勤再祝珍重,
彼此暂时别离。
游子一定回归,
哪怕千里万里!
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