The winter's cold still lingered within
But the sunlight's soon shining brightly
What's there with your eyes restrained?
To go on to love or not to love?
Oh dearly Jaan, oh dearly love
The Spring is so close still too far
The cyan blue so high above
The young buds wrapped in their pure sleeping
Where's the caution 's prevalent
your silently fiecerly love but also your strongly stubborness
prevent yourself to accept
Aint your heart moving with this soft drizzling?
The red of your lips seem gonna inflame
Should you leave to spare for a warm caress?
A shoulder to lean on, not to afraid of being hurt
The secure love make heart warmer...
For your birthday, light up candles
Spring gonna come, Winter will pass
Love would conquer telling no word
You just need litlle of a bit courage to surrender...
oh, you, dreamer.
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