[Articles Enjoy] 在这火辣辣的季节，分享火辣辣的爱： A red red rose by Robert Burns

    O, my Luve' s like a red, red rose,                  
That' s newly sprung in June;
O, my Luve' s like the melodie,
That' s sweetly play' d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie 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' t were ten thousand mile!