She is like sunflower,
Tracing the sun,
Her skin sweet as honey
And I am the bee

She is like a mountain,
Peaceful and tough,
And I am the snow
Coating it yet melts away
She is like a wildflower,
Beautiful and carefree,
And I am the kid
I will not pick it
But let it bloom forever in my heart

She is like fire,
Knows no bound,
You can see it in her eyes,
The desire to touch the sky
And I am the tree
So I admire it from afar.