I can't be your loyal friend.
I will not prostrate myself before you.
I don't have the quickness of the nimble,
And more docile mares.
But I feel the breath of nature.
And your breath is on your shoulder.
I am far from other people, from fashion.
Walking is more important to me than a carriage.
It is intolerable to smile at your jokes.
I don't see any flaws in you anyway.
More casino games in you,
Put on zero when it doesn't matter,
Success awaits you, or everything is already decided.
I can certainly temper my temper.
But I don't want to, I want to lose.
You are my whim, an awkward movement,
And your doublet slides down.
The moon will get tired of hugging your neck.
Lavender melts like silk sheets.
Under the white edge, rosemary hovers.
And the candle melts with tenderness...
What will happen? "Heaven sighs.
My hand is hot under yours.