You are my sun, and I am your sun, too.

In search of shining ray, daffodil swaying beneath the blaze. Trying to bloom with all its might it puts in all its heart.

This, a song of dreams sweetly sung. This, a song of memory lonely sought.

Into the light, the flower may flourish (It takes a push to make me perish).

Shall there be light,

do forgive me... even the act I feign to protect me.

Shall there be hope,

the flower shall blossom... even if surrendering my everything in hole.

Love tenderly this Daffodil.