My sincere fond unallured thee,
A man far from the glorious fame;
But why thy vanity still gleam free,
A question of heart unhilarious, am I lame?

It’s enough, please leave and take my fond away,
Let my bleak life end’d so frail and died;
But why, still thy vanity insist’d to stay,
A question of heart unhail’d, why thy heart lied?

Thou always hope the memories rewind,
But still all the best end’d less;
And when the mercies hard to find,
Thou finally faced the test.

Oh dear, its simply too hard to see,
Thou remain to acts like this;
Who yields for free,
Yet longing for bliss.

But what a pity! For I not the one for thee,
As my flush of affection turn so frail;
When detestation strife for free,
For love and thou I failed.

To late to see, to late to be,
The qualified person thy heart applied;
No matter how hard he plea,
His heart and thee can not be unified.

Now look how happy he is,
Though he can not have thee;
He knew thou have somebody else kisses,
And he is the most aggrieved person to be.

No used spills a tear for him,
Who marks the solemn vow to break;
While another soul waits to light thy heart that dims;
A mission to bestow an amorous boon unfake.

Why thou still love him,
Despite all the torment he has done;
While another soul waits to treat thou like nymph,
Wishing thou to taste an elegance banquet of blissfulness foregone.