You have to believe there will be a world of your love,
Whether you are at the moment being surrounded by light, drowned by applause,
Or when you are walking alone in the cold rain on the streets are wet,
Whether it is floating micro-light morning snow or heat wave baked by the evening twilight,
He will pass through this world with the surging crowd,
He walked one by one to them, With a beating heart to force you.
He will be holding a gaze filled with hot and heavy love, to you, pay close attention to you.
He can not wait to come to your side,
If he is young, he would like naughty children occupying their own toys to share with others camel refused to embrace you;
If he is no longer young, that he would like a blazing return of hunters, bonfire lit at your side, and then hold you tired and sleep safely.
He will find you,
you have to wait.