Song

You are like the river of the Mekon

And as the shooting stars streak pass the night sky,

Whenever I listen to this song

I would cry.

Seasons has past, but you never listen to the calls.

Falling down gently with the wind,

Leaves of pink cherry blossom falls

of you is what it remind.

singing to you from the heart,

singing to you from the inside,

singing to you from this part,

Knowing that you can never be my bride.

Speaking of nature, I can not defy,

to keep it moving

until I am deny,

as I know I am losing.

Knowing that the end is near,

walking along this path

I know the result and fear.

Letting go of what should be free.

Knowing if it were meant,

then we shall be.

Shooting stars streak pass the night sky.

Whenever I listen to this song

I would cry.