From tall to short and short to tall,
Why is that you think so small?
From white to black and blue to gray,
Is it from that there is so little to say?
The height is not the matter nor is it the physical strength,
But is something so small and fragile in size.
The heart is the matter in which to fill with love,
Like a dream from above.
But sometimes love can be like a burning bridge,
Burning away what you thought to be true.
It is not enough for me to say it,
For you must feel love too.