My Little Love

Passing through the window side,

Glancing a while at the lilies path,

I could see the lovely bee blooming like a charming sunshine.

Moving forth, I could not stop my eyes hoping for that lovely star;

I turned and turned. Trying to show up; I was caught and smashed, trying to catch the shining star.

In a sky of guys, my eyes can rush to you, the star, and my little love.