You'd wish some day the sun did not come up
a love filling night didn't have to end
the season of love didn't have to change
But season changes one after another
it is hard not to change at all with them
Splendid nights all ended without granting our wishes
The same sun always there to light up another day
which could really fill more love than the day before
There is going to be a night that could top any night before
Either more love filled
or more empty
and closer to the enlightenment void
to take on whatever changes
in any seasons to come
