They bloom in spring
and wither in winter.
The sweet birds sing
as love starts to glitter.

Some might bloom late,
and the others bloom early,
but they’ll still decorate
the plain earth eventually.

Flowers and love
they seemed so identical,
bringing us joy up above
inevitable, unforgettable.

If you like flowers,
embrace the thorns too.
Just like the sunshine of ours,
the dark night will engulf its view.

Flowers may wither
and love can die,
so treat them like a treasure
cause they’re hard to come by.

Life is like a play,
but there's no rehearsal to it.
It's not like writing an essay,
where you can just change and delete.

Life is like shooting a gun,
once you trigger, it's all done.
Or like squeezing a toothpaste
which you can't put it back into its case.

Life is a one way journey,
once you've done something
there's no turning back.

So live your life
the way you want it to be,
lest in the future you'll regret.

I love it when it rains,
the sound of it oh so therapeutic,
the smell of it oh i love it.

Once, a girl asked,
why are you sad?
How can i not be? I said.

I'm not gonna leave the sky all alone
when she is weeping her bitter tears,
even if she turns into a cyclone.

I believe it's washing all the dirts away
to make new rooms
for the rainbow to play.

Just like our tears,
cleaning our feelings
before a smile appears.

So everyday i prayed
oh rain, please come again
i need you, i need this cascade.

Just like i stood by your side
come again and be by mine,
until all these pains subside.

Our hearts are locked,
how could we set them free?
For sure with the remembrance of God,
our hearts are filled with glee.

Don't let your mind get crowded,
and the judgements of people get in your way.
Breath in, take it easy before it gets flooded,
one step at a time, if you may.

Our hearts are like sparkly gems,
even if we cannot comprehend or truly see,
but once in a while, it should be cleansed,
if not, how could it stay luminously shiny?

Why are we serving these lusts?
With full obedience and loyalty?
We should break away from its crust,
even though it's tough to control and rackety.

I know it's simply obstreperous,
but try to never give in,
it is treacherous and perfidious,
all these temptations of sin.

No matter what you have done,
know that God is readily forgiving.
Believe me, life is short, oh little one,
for verily from Him we came and to Him we are leaving.