When you are working under the hot sun

When you are calm in a sweet dream in the morning, I would like to be your bed a bunch of warm sun, sinks into your happy face while

Also, kiss your cheek

Your eyebrows

Your eyes

Your lips,

You the traces left by Time and tide wait for no man's forehead and white hair

Afternoon

When you are working under the hot sun, I'll be beside you a fragrant breeze, in addition to wipe your sweat,