Present

Anything we love, and we hate

Rest in here, the heart of the sky.

When the world is nothing accurate,

Endlessly strive,

Not to cry.

If rain comes now, with wind blows up

Million teardrops’d happily fall

If ice melts now to snow enough

So blue and sweet, the goodness of all!

Should I forget, and carry on,

Yearning to live, forever alone?

Or I’ll come back, to have you mine,

Until we’re dead, together we’ll shine…!