Night passes, dawn breaks,
Sun shines and the world wakes;
Birds chirp and flowers bloom
But fails to bring end to the gloom.

Everything in the day occurs in order;
Yet there lacks something in the day,
Which seems to be out of the way.

Time flies,
Days rush and months pass by.
But the unrequited love in the heart lasts.
Memories fade, relations die,
But the true love in the heart will always cry.

Old relations would vanish and would come new,
But love will always be showered with the early morning dew.