If you could like at me when you drink with me,
I would commit myself to you;
If you left a kiss in the cup,
I will give up the wine for it;
The desire of immortality from my heart rises,
but I would give it up for you.
I sent you a wreath of roses
so the roses can have a chance to not wither
but you only breath on them and send them back to me,
when I smell them as they flourish,
I'm sure the aroma is from you rather than the roses.
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