In this early morning,
the quiet moment,full of birdsong.
You are far away from me.
It seems that I would never be there.
Hey,
Why would your voice flying to me?
It is light but full of carefulness.
Why would you being so tiny ?
Invisible, above the trees.
Why would you falling to do so?
How would I be known to fall ?
Falling in your heart.
In a hamuble way where full of love.
It takes long to fall,
Long enough to say,
Yes, I do.
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