The most fragile thing in the world
is not a rose
neither morning dew
nor a beginning of a dream
it's love

Love,
as morning sunshine just arrives
then afternoon rain follows after
we run into each other ...
I've just recently been in your arms ...
then the storm strikes violently...
without any warning, the waves back out to the sea

suddenly the sky becomes purple ...
we've hold our love like a child hold a crystal goblet
just slightly awkward ...

then all ... gone

So I've prayed daily
when hair turns grey
when we gone through storms in our life
I've still seen you leaning on my shoulder

You, my eternal love ...