That rain.
You love.
Those pebbles.
You love.
The butterflies you fly
your dreams with.
The fireflies you light
your eyes with.
The moon.
How distant?
The stars.
Give them a listen.
The feel of the Wintry chill in the Summer.
The ever-lasting laughter, like the melody of the Thunder.
The rain.
You love.
The clouds.
We soar on.
Those pebbles.
You love.
The streams.
We float on.
The streams.
We float on.
The feel of the Breeze.
In the sticky, hot Summer.
The ever lasting belief.
Getting even firmer.
