My luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
My luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry
Till a' the seas 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!
ENGLISH POEM：http://zhidao.baidu.com/question/28908048.html?si=1
这首是我去年失恋伤心听了一年的调子。。。
