Ask for the Chinese words of an English song, kneel for an English song

The days of our love are over I'm still sad Everything I do from now on is only for you Only forever and forever, dear You will always be my only You will always be my only Honey, I will support you with my life I will also remember our love for so many years from now on Only forever, dear You will always be my only You will always be my only If you need me once I will go back to your arms I will let you relax If you want to remember We belong to each other Never be ashamed Call me Tell me I'm your only precious Only forever and forever, dear You will always be my only one, yes You will always be my only one, oh baby You will always be my only Forever, you will always be my only Forever, you will be my only one. Repeat n times at a time).

It's one of the best and most classic English songs because I love you.

Translate goodbye to the grove of Irish oak and clover.

Say goodbye to the little girls who were everywhere in the land of old Ireland.

May their hearts be as happy as my blessings.

When I crossed the sea that had bound me far away, my father was old, and my mother was weak.

for it grieves them to leave their homeland.

Large tears rolled down their cheeks.

Because they know they're going to die on the shores of a foreign land, but it doesn't matter if I'm going to die on **.

As long as I can spend my life in peace and quiet in the green spaces of Canada, every day of them is alive.

It was there that my suffering and struggle finally came to an end.

Then please bring your food and don't hesitate any more.

Ten dollars a week is also a good salary.

At least there's no overtaxing to eat your hard-earned money.

When you come to the green space of America, the land becomes a bush, and the unsheared sheep run around.

The odd workers and weavers also left.

And across the sea, and the good tailor who had just finished his apprenticeship, and the violinist who played the old mountain tune, and said goodbye to the dance that had danced in the deserted homeland.

People beat the beats, banging on the bright light in the sparks, reflecting the floor.

Blocks of stone pavement and ropes hung by nails on stone slabs.

And the tears of the old fellows and the sound of them shouting for another one. The landlords who hatched a dastardly conspiracy, and their stewards.

Drive us away from our homes.

May the crowbar brigade (the landlord-raised hooligan thugs) be condemned to hell.

When we come to the green land of America, I'm going to end my story with this one:

If you meet any displaced Irish people during your trip.

I will give him a warm welcome and treat him to the fullest.

At home on my American green space.

You can't open it at all!