Even if I get drenched in dew the Sun will never Shriver. Even if I get drenched in dew the Sun will never Shriver.

But I secretly wait for one, Who loves me with that golden heart I am looking for. But I secretly wait for one, Who loves me with that golden heart I am looking...

The poem shows that silence is gold. The poem shows that silence is gold.

Beyond the silver hills There is a golden arc... Beyond the silver hills There is a golden arc...

As I walk, towards the golden sunset, Nothing to remember and nothing to forget. As I walk, towards the golden sunset, Nothing to remember and nothing to forg...