Don’t swear by the moon, it is fickle, waxing and waning every month; if you swear by it, maybe your love will be as fickle as it.

To show my generosity, I am giving it back to you. But I only want what I already have: my generosity is as vast as the sea, and my love is as deep as the sea; the more I give you, the richer I become, because both are endless. of.

A thousand good nights.

But I am like a naughty girl, letting her beloved bird temporarily jump out of her palm like a prisoner, and then pulling it back with a silk thread. The selfishness of love makes She was unwilling to give it freedom.

How much salt water has been wasted in order to add a bit of bitterness to tasteless love.