How can I face the morning happy?
when the sun no longer shines on me
how can I smile and laugh at night?
when I can no longer bask in the moonlight
the salty breeze begins to crack my skin
my sweet fairy gone with the wind
every bit of her radiance hidden
I am left soaking in the acid rain
when will the flowers bloom?
or forever shall be only gloom
will there be a time for monsoon?
or forever shall be drought on land
paradise that used to be so good
now with purplish tears flooded
please let it not be the end of love
but be the start of a great story be told
