All the new flowers have gone. I see flocks of birds flying away, The waters, tear blue mountains, Fall, rush and scold, are running Cold— wind, whispers and goes, Lonely as a tree without leaves.
I never thought I'd believe in fate until I met you I never thought I'd believe in 'happily everafter' until I held you I never thought I'd believe in true love until I kissed you I never thought I'd believe in 'the one' until the day you asked me to marry you I never really thought I'd believe in anything **until you