She loves to sing when no one can hear,
She fades away darkness and fear.
She sings ‘Hello?’ to the sunshine,
She lights up the stars of the night sky.
She sings when the flowers bloom,
She sings when the sorrow loom.
She sings the winter away,
She sings to the spring everyday.
She sings when the lady smiles,
She sings when the little birds fly.
She sings her pain today,
She sings her love everyday.
She used to keep her melancholy aside and used to sing to me, as we plucked wild roses from the bushes everyday.