She dips in both of her feet to play along

One can hardly picture a woman's paradigm

So she asked herself on how to be strong

Her reflection is as unwavering as her emotion

Though I didn't feel cold at all, I still shiver

If only she can see the look in her eyes

I would take her hands to the end of every river

Because what makes the flower bloom?

What forces the sun to set in the evening?

What does last from the lights of a firework?

My dear, the moments are what I'm speaking

Nothing is more beautiful, I believe

If her worries and doubts are for me to relieve

And all the suicidal ideas she didn't mean to conceive

How I wish for the tears I'd be able to retrieve