The blinding light we could not help to dive in
The first one we do not regret to give in
The steamy moon we could not contain
The fountain of surreality that would not stop coming
The river of time tries to wash it away
The returning moon tries to cool it down
We write it into words for everyone to reiterate
We sing it into songs for everyone to hear
We pour it out to paintings for everyone to revisual
We play it out to movies or plays for everyone to relive
We just want to hold it even in streams of slippery tender
We just want to warm it even in the cold heart of moon
We are created to love
for everything we ever come by
and we are meant to be loved
for everyway we have become
Forever is to be wished
openly or secretly for love
However intensely it burns
Whatever treasure it holds
Whenever colorfully it blooms
