With you, I am never struck ablank.
Dullness melts the valleys of a season’s snow
Even starless skies can still pinpoint meanings
The least of what I know is true.
The cliches of romance, the jargons of love
Commericalized and demoralized,
Inevitable to be, not so much true.
But, it’s not within sequence
And seldom the most expected
Fortune tellers and soothsayers
Can never predict such a lofty union
That time’s most clever ruse could never depict
And as such season’s snow, and starless skies
That reassures us all, when anticipated
The irreproachable love
Will happily come,
Not through dreams, luck, nor by fate