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

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

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

They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.

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.

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