The Real Thing:You to me are Everything
Oh evening breeze..
bestow my lips with sweet words to sing
for the song is a gregacious shade.
Let the song wipes away my sadness
when the bright smile start to faint and fade..
when the sob at misuse of the speech steals the pleasure in Life.
Life is but disturbed slumber.
In the ocean no one grief,
the laughter waves rage but kindness,
and they race in delight to the shores
offering enomourse happiness from the sea.
Happiness is but a fairy tale we believe,
shine with the light of hope.
Oh Morning Breeze..
Grant me a sweetest song to sing
for the song will flame the spark of faith
for the song is the flow of calm river
for the song is but immortal youth..
the laughter waves rage but kindness,
and they race in delight to the shores
offering enomourse happiness from the sea.
Happiness is but a fairy tale we believe,
shine with the light of hope.
Oh Morning Breeze..Grant me a sweetest song to sing
for the song will flame the spark of faith
for the song is the flow of calm river
for the song is but immortal youth..
