A Red, Red Rose

红玫瑰 By Robert Burns O my Luve's like a red, red rose, 吾爱吾爱玫瑰红， That's newly sprung in June; 六月初开韵晓风； O my Luve's like the melodie, 吾爱吾爱如管弦， That's sweetly play'd in tune. 其声悠扬而玲珑。 As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 吾爱吾爱美而殊， So deep in luve am I; 我心爱你永不渝， And I will luve thee still, my dear, 我心爱你永不渝， Till a' the seas gang dry. 直到四海海水枯. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, 直到四海海水枯， And the rocks melt wi' the sun; 岩石融化变成泥; O I will luve thee still, my dear, 只要我还有口气， While the sands o' life shall run. 我心爱你永不渝。 And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve! 暂时告别我心肝， And fare-thee-weel, a while! 请你不要把心耽！ And I will come again, my Luve, 纵使相隔十万里， Though it were ten thousand mile! 踏穿地皮也要还。