In the lush green meadow, I seek
your face in every flower petals;
and listen to the songs you sang
in the winds.
In the snow-capped mountains, I write
songs of my heart, which will flow
in the summer of our life
and meet the sea of your emotions.
In the mist of time, I stamp
my tender heartbeats, and each beat
shall produce song of its own
of love perpetually alive in my heart.
In the darkness of the night, I send
thousands twinkles of stars
adorned with glimmers of my dreams
dreamt with your thoughts.
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