Those who were meant to be~
Love is a bird, set it free,
If it was yours,
It will come and sing known songs on your garden's tree.
Maybe it happen only in movies...
Maybe in real life, it flys away and finds new trees,
To build new nests...
And sing new songs..
But even if it is so,
I will not let it fade the song in my heart...
I will keep singing,
In the solitude of my garden,
And in the music of that known memory...