Our love were weeds just growing strong with time
in fields that people often dare not walked.
Therefore, we lasted long, our love survived,
in fields that people then began to watch.
Our love then grew with winds that changed our life,
as squalls began to break our stems in halves.
Therefore, we lasted short, our love then died
when roots became uprooted off the ground
in fields that people had begin to walk.
It’s just that if your love are like some weeds,
then love must be a garden in the shade,
away from people who can pull the roots of love
so that these weeds can gayly live and grow
even if some winds come and break their stems.
Written by: L.L.