Always Blowing Without End

The warmth of shunsine,
The color of rainbow,
The sweettone of birdsongs,
The cute of startlight..
Have no separate more,
Coz i’ve feel t all in your love.

Time must be past,
Day must be change,
Wind must be blow,
And nite must be come after day..
But this love and desire,
will always blowing without end.