The memorial winds blow to the grass, meeting with tree beside the water.
Pass by beautiful riversides with all the history, aside the heavy snowy winter.
I used to listen to your heartbeats when we walk together.
I still was missing our moving shadows along with the silver river.
It is sincerely from the bottom of my heart of spring.
This is the story about the future pictures of our everything.
What you taught to me inspired the confidence of the meaning.
No matter what it is now about the story always means something.
Should tears fill my eyes, as the sea cover with the red sunset’s appreciation?
I am still learning how to love as the green grass earning the nature’s celebration.
Hold me inside of our hearing each beautiful sensation.
Let the dream begin, the perfume of the flowers around our garden adoration.