我不爬樹摘蘋果

Dear,
I don’t climb to get an apple, do you know why?
Because I’m sure you are not at the top of the tree
And you won’t think I ought to suffer for climbing just to get close to you.
But, if I find you, I’ll climb up the tree, put you at the topmost, which is the place you belong.
Or, if you agree, I’ll take you home, where you’ll suffer no more blizzard and rain.
Don’t think that there’s something wrong with you; for the only reason is because you are at the top, far, far away from the ground, which is the place I stand.
You should be seen, but not to be owned, especially by an ordinary man like me.