As day breaks I see the sun and my love still,  has not won.
The colors grow and express my love, those of which I should not think of.
The sun shines brightly in the sky, but why cannot I?
The days pass seeing the sky, and yet the feelings never pass me by.
Is there a day where the sun will not rise?
Or the wind not blow?
If so, then I am saved from misery.
For these feelings will not let me go.
Just as the sun sets these feelings vanish, and the sky turns dark.
For he does not want my heart.
But in the dark there never cease to be light,
even if it's dark as night.
Just as snow falls and spring comes, this fight shall never be won .
Again the sun will rise, blowing wind to my demise.