Can I compare you with summer?
You are more lovely and gentle than summer. The wind will blow the buds
of May to the ground. Summer is too short and passes in a hurry.
A
month ago in the field, the rehearsal began; The stage built in summer
and grasped confidently is illuminated by the floodlights of the sun and
occupied by men.
and
the balance between cloud and sunshine must be adjusted. This may is so
cramped, so let's learn to prepare for the deep memory lies of summer,
On its every day, there is so much destruction that may cannot detect.