In the small old forest
Nearby the sea...

After each quarrel passes,
the calm silent is coming...

Moments of joyful passions
Thinking about your fashions...

I wish I always can protect the memories,
The first true love is the greatest in life...

Beneath the sea of love.
I'm not talking about...

Beneath the shadow of your wings
You protect me against storms...

Kissing is an art form
precious and giving...

I paint colours in the sky,
You might sense the rainbow...

Warm weather rolling down the hills,
Blades are turning on the old mills...

Love is holding its hand under me
Shielding my true heart for me...

I am watching a bleeding wound,
My soul are bleeding darkness...

Dreaming of a letter
From you...