In the hourly presence, I say you and I are more than friends.
Beneath the trees where I could feel you in the grassland,
A vacant feeling of satisfaction is all that I could sense,
With the falling of leaves, I believe,
There is no bond I could have with any other,
As with you the heaven and joy fall together.
The counting star you see above?
In the land of misery, they are still shining for the sun,
To cleanse the aura with their friendship and love,
To have everything, but still desire fondness.
There are no stars in the daylight,
There is you and me sitting down,
Seeing hay kissing arms that won’t stay longer.