Never mind the time of spring,
From which love comes a common thing,
Love comes rare as life may
Midwinter or a gloomy day
To life, love, happiness can only bring!
To live and love, what a beautiful thing!
Midst the solitude in which we born and die
—Love greets our lonely life, passing by
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
Never mind the time of spring,
From which love comes a common thing,
Love comes rare as life may
Midwinter or a gloomy day
To life, love, happiness can only bring!
To live and love, what a beautiful thing!
Midst the solitude in which we born and die
—Love greets our lonely life, passing by