Nothing in this world can compare to your pure white body
Nothing in this world can compare to your black hair
Nothing in this world can compare with your red lips
I wish for your beauty
I long for your body
Both fine wine and fresh fruit
Neither can meet my needs
What should I do?
Neither flood nor ocean can quench my passion
Oh, I kissed your lips
John
I finally kissed your lips
The taste on your lips is quite bitter
Could it be the smell of blood?
Maybe that's the taste of love
They say the taste of love is quite bitter
But so what
So what
I finally kissed your lips
——Wilde's "Salome"