Love is a moon, it

changes from day to day, there's --


increase, there's decrease.

It's a good place,
The place we are.
Even in the cold weather,
I know I have your warmth to hold me over.
Because after all the freezing winds,
Comes the happy days of spring,
And this spring, I'll be happy with you.
So won't you get your converse on,
To come flower picking with me.
We can skip down flower fields,
Picking plenty of rosy red poppies.

Though at last,
The years of ice are breaking,
Will I drown in depth down,
Or was I already,
And breath for the first time.

No Clouds, no Moon
I must be lost.
The yellow sky
Is running scared.