Have a strong heart to keep choosing her when she can't choose you. Love her, and only her, even when she's away.
And when your man comes to hold you again, hold no one else but him.
Hopes ablazed in fires of summer, fallen in thousand leaves of gold, embracing the ground of its pieces, to sleep until the rivers flow again.
Sweet petals follow my thirst, come die in the path I'm taking, to bloom the colors of May and to burn in crimson and gold.
In the gushing of his dreams, he strummed the breeze, calming the dark nights from the loud whispers of pain.