Love Story of The Spring

My delusion angel,

My fantasy parade,

can you see with those brown eyes?

The sun and the moon, down the silver sky

Wandering through the mist, searching for a kiss

There, in the city of nobody,

in the crossing

of dreams,

of hopes,

of lust,

of despair;

their eyes,

their secrets,

their softness of flesh,

indignity and harmony,

found each other.

How fate is as beautiful as the Spring

And Spring is wholly you

Now the clocks whir and chime.

And the birds start chirping.

And the rain starts singing

And the first flower in the world begins to bloom.

Oh, my dear my angel,

can you see it?

Can you see it already?

For life is a blessing,

and love has no endings.