Life was lonely. I used to stand in my balcony, watching the stars shinning far away. I was a seed, full of life, buried in the earth, waiting for the rain of spring.
There came a cool winter night. By the glass wall above the misty sea, we were touching edges of the dream. Red wine painted a fragrant smile.
Isn’t it a magic beginning of spring?
Life began again the moment you took my hand. Under the neon light, your kissed set me free. Out from the earth rose a sweet sweet rose. I felt again the warmth of spring.
Each day I see you pass by me. Your broad shoulders are all my dream.
You are always here, shinning. My darling monster. If your thoughts are with me, I could see the color of spring.
How could I ever neglect you before? You are the star I have been searching for. Who says sacrifice is moth to the flame? Could you understand I am dying for the spirit of spring?
Your breath caressed my ears; your sweat tiptoed my hands. Through the windowpane, blue sky in my eyes. The night was so pretty and so young. If I could ever stay here forever, I would ignore the hope of spring.
Wind flower. It has captured every young dreamer. I know I should keep away, but your charm carried me away. I hold you so closely and lost in the beauty of spring.