I look forward to daily train trips
As I know I'll get a seat...

I have a farm, and I have a field
Within which, my seeds will yield...

With holes in our hearts
It's strange how we still manage...

I've now prepared with time I spent
An invitation that will be sent...

I throw a coin into a well
High in the air and then it fell...

If we were a book
We'd start halfway through and be...

Love is not a waste
But it can't be recycled...

If you were a season then you'll be spring
Because you always remind me of love...

It saddens me when something ends
We can't be lovers, nor can be friends...

Soon as we're married
You started cutting corners...

Once man and nature, would co-exist
Working well with each other, each would assist...

Sometimes love is more
What you miss when they're not there...