"My love for you through the time,
Your love for me, hold it tight….
Let it sail together through the tide,
May it be together by our side!
I cannot swear by the moon or the stars,
But when I romance you, I shall start with flowers,
It’s the symbol for freshness and colour,
Which, we need ourselves to cover.
Along with the mighty long nights,
And the sweltering long days,
We shall walk in the sea,
And dance with the waves.
It’s a thought that sometimes come to me,
What is the colour, love should be?
The happiness of life, which is known to me,
Just wanders with the colour it wants to be.
Love is a concoction of shadow and light,
When you want, you see it right,
And when it’s not,
You tend to wither away from its sight.
At the midst of the dwindling time,
I see the colours, which at once were so bright,
Wonder when their thirst will dry,
Wonder when you’ll see it come by.
My love for you through the time,
Your love for me, hold it tight…."
Your love for me, hold it tight….
Let it sail together through the tide,
May it be together by our side!
I cannot swear by the moon or the stars,
But when I romance you, I shall start with flowers,
It’s the symbol for freshness and colour,
Which, we need ourselves to cover.
Along with the mighty long nights,
And the sweltering long days,
We shall walk in the sea,
And dance with the waves.
It’s a thought that sometimes come to me,
What is the colour, love should be?
The happiness of life, which is known to me,
Just wanders with the colour it wants to be.
Love is a concoction of shadow and light,
When you want, you see it right,
And when it’s not,
You tend to wither away from its sight.
At the midst of the dwindling time,
I see the colours, which at once were so bright,
Wonder when their thirst will dry,
Wonder when you’ll see it come by.
My love for you through the time,
Your love for me, hold it tight…."
