Yellow is the color of the sun,
Blue is the color of the sky,
He said red is the color of his love,
But he is color blind.
Flowers and chocolates before my eyes,
Music to my ears when he strum his guitar,
His words are touching my soul,
But he does not speak at all.
We walk in the flowery path,
We soar on the wings of love,
We dive into the ocean of dreams,
But neither of us knows how to swim.
He is the blanket when I'm cold,
The morning sun when I woke,
He is the laughter that rustles in the trees,
But he is like a wind, simply passing by me.
He is the night I want to sleep with,
The joyful day I ever need,
He is like the noon,
Just a tic of a clock and he is gone soon.
