The blinding light we could not help to dive in
The first one we do not regret to give in

The steamy moon we could not contain
The fountain of surreality that would not stop coming

The river of time tries to wash it away
The returning moon tries to cool it down

We write it into words for everyone to reiterate
We sing it into songs for everyone to hear
We pour it out to paintings for everyone to revisual
We play it out to movies or plays for everyone to relive

We just want to hold it even in streams of slippery tender
We just want to warm it even in the cold heart of moon

We are created to love 
  for everything we ever come by
and we are meant to be loved
  for everyway we have become

Forever is to be wished
  openly or secretly for love
However intensely it burns
Whatever treasure it holds
Whenever colorfully it blooms