If it meant my love was really true, I'd gladly die and watch over you.

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these. She a window flower. And he a winter breeze.

Let love shine and we will find a way to come together.

Search your heart, search your soul, and when you find me there you'll search no more.

They say love is a stream that will find its course.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.