For my darling, who makes it right

Do you believe in love poems,
where they say ocean is small,
and man could go a distance
and are willing to crawl

Do you believe in lovers?
These blind people, I assure
They can’t see even the light!
Under the burning sun,
They will leave their heart dry.

They go through the night
Lightning in their heart
But against the loneliness they couldn’t fight
The thunderstorm stays in their mind

Under the hand of destiny
The thunderstorm never dies
Time is the force
But it's life

I’d rather trust the sunlight
Trees and flowers will grow
With the power they synthesize
As nature, which survives,
My darling, we make it right

Under the sun, life would revive
For true love, we could make a lifetime ride
Through the ocean, through the tide
And love poems we continue to write