You lured me with a picture of yourself: you and the car in red. Wow, you look really impressive!
Now you see my admiration, but it does not mean I am a materialistic woman. It is common when a woman likes a man's establishment. Because women do not just need your love (Unimaginable to me, our children well preserved their lives, later)
Then you say, o my sweety, you know that the car is no longer a luxury item. Anyone could have it, at this time.
Well, I agree with you. Anyway in my thoughts at this point: it belongs to you or a style, just? That's another story, and makes an inquiry.. Olala!
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I would like to translate this poem