Dew comes in the morning before leaving the droplets of water on each flower petal and leaves When the sun rises on the eastern horizon Then it will evaporate erased by light If
love is like morning dew which is put on the silence of the night and wiped out cheerfully by the afternoon is your love, lover?
will it disappear with the passage of time I want to be transformed into dew Which always comes when the morning is approaching But do not want to be erased by the coming of day Yawning with the sunshine