Wonderful

If I sat next to the tree

You brought me a book and tea

Because the joy comes to you and me

For let our eyes to see...

... that the summer sky come red and grey

And It's you whom I have my pray

I am blind and young and shy

But we wont learn the rhyme of cry

I was told that the tree didn't pick a dine

But the sea just left the shore line

It's when the sun losses her shine

Will you say that we will be fine?

Shattered and devastated dare

But, do we care?

I was blind and young and shy

Then we sing the rhyme of cry

The storm lasts little shorter

And the land overgrown the flower

Happiness were found on five leaves clover

Know what? We just start another laughter