Green Eyes,
Almost like the deep sea...

As the sun goes down,
The dark creeps in...

Such a beautiful dress,
Such a beautiful scene...

My grandma told me
that she saw a UFO, in the sky...

As the light of your memory fades
my days grow dark...

There is the house where she used to live
And there, where the rambler roses run...

We are the wise
do not envy us...

There is an instant
at summer's start...

I grasp the pencil
between my fingers...

Show me the heart
that you have kept ever so carefully...

And In your mighty arms,
I begged you to lock my heart...