She is the most colorful tune
I could ever hear,
"You might be the girl,
the first who made me feel like this."
I'm stuck on ruins
Leaves are falling, they are golden
"What are you doing here?"
"Following-- Loving you."
She smiled,
She knows,
Still playing the notes I wanna hear,
Tip toeing on the piano, it hurts.
Someone told me,
"She's happy at the moment"
"I can see,"
But the waters in front of me screams, rumbling through the forest.
She danced as if she's in a play with the trees
Someone is playing violin on a different direction
Butterflies left me behind, smiling and flying towards the instrument,
Ruins became scarier than usual.
She likes me playing my piano,
Nevertheless,
She loves the one
playing the violin.
She was the most colorful tune
I could ever hear,
"You might be the girl
the first I've ever loved this way."
(c) from a story of a friend and his perspective.