Love is something slow and steady
Yet when it comes
It strikes you suddenly
Caught you impetuously

You dare not look straight into her eyes
Though they are charming
You act awkwardly in front of her
Though you are always so upright

And when all these happens
Oh yes you could have guessed
You are in love
You are in love

But when it ends
Your soul dies

You no longer hear the bird sings
You no longer see the squirrel skitters
You no longer smell the fragrance of the flowers
You no longer feel the vibrant heart beats

You lost all your senses

There’s pain
And no gain
There’s sunlight
But you feel nothing

If you are given a chance
What would be your choice?
If you are given the chance
Would you choose to let it commence?

Oh, would you ever regret it
Though it causes so much pain to thee?