I know you're modest and always embarrassed when you're complimented, but you're just beautiful.
If your hair blows in the wind, your eyes shine brightly, and your nose is kissed by the sun, and is so cute,
then I ask myself whether you are not an angel on earth.
To hear your voice always gives me goose bumps,
especially in the moments when you give your attention to me alone.
If you're happy, I'll have to smile all the time and let myself be infected by your good mood.
I do not know how you do it, but you always enchant me again.
No matter what is going on, if I know I'll see you, then the day will be fine.
You are my sun. I like to stand up for you every day, just to see you look so beautiful.