Music

I believe it's you, the one who fills my heart with white petals. It's you, as they gather around me time and time again, and you help tiny buds bloom. They rapidly grow into tall trees, their lush green filling my sky, and you are my little heart. The chaos begins with you, and I feel like I've changed. Behind that tree, I see a new season. This is the first thrill I've felt; your name makes my heart race. You know, if it's love, you recognize it right away without doubt. Now I know who it is. I'm certain. You bloom within me, making me feel lightheaded like a summer haze. You pour into my life, a vivid dream I experience with my eyes open. I think it's you, the gentle whistle calling me from afar. Every step I take leads me somewhere new. I think it's you. Even the softly setting sun paints a beautiful picture. Everything feels different now. Over your shoulders, I see that new season again. This thrill is the first I've ever known; your smile makes my heart skip. One thing I know for sure: if it's love, it’s instantly clear. Now I recognize who it is. I'm sure. You blossom within me, making me feel dizzy like a warm haze. You come to me slowly from the horizon, and you will stay in my heart. I always wondered about love's feeling. I might have been confused. Someone sweetly reminded me then that if it’s love, you know it right away. You can spot it without being misled. Now I know who it is. I'm sure. You blossom within me, making me feel lightheaded like a summer haze. You pour into me, the dream I have with my eyes open—the dream of real love.