All I Care about Reality
Too beautiful, you are, to be called just a beauty,
Not real, your passion seems more than crazy,
Wild Carmen is, no one would ever say,
Not losing heart, does anyone stand such a possibility?
What¡¯s called love, gently, now you have shown only to me,
How sweet, you taste sweeter than the sweetest honey,
Unloaded every cargo it carried before,
Blowing its whistle, our ship has set for its own destiny.
The wind may blow, the whether may get gloomy,
All I need, is to have you tightly hold me,
A drop of our happiness,
Who in the world would not envy.
Too strange, to others, our sense and sensibility,
Blame not, those who are not as lucky,
Holding you in my arms, I know
It¡¯s all I care about reality.
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