And you are cuter and gentler than it.

The petals in May can't resist the wind,

Summer is coming to an end:

The hot sun scorched the eyes,

The golden luster is slightly dim,

All good things will die,

Natural variation or unintentional circulation:

And you, like summer, will never decrease,

Charming, charming, quiet,

The cover of death is just his boast,

Because you will live forever in immortal poems,

As far as the eyes of the living can see,

This poem will spread all over the world and give you endless vitality.