When love is sweet, the sweetness means its light And light may keep the truth, when love is pure. But love is bitter, when it turns to fight. Lovers in fight are always immature.
But night of love may never come to dream As pure light, where darkness never comes And night of dream may swim in love upstream, When darkness in the light always succumbs.
When love is true, the purity may hold And lovers' dreams are never in the dark. When angels' lights eternity enfold And light of love may continue to spark.