When winds collide,
and summer breathes,
are you still there for me?
I see your soul and heart beats,
but a lifeless body,
only if you could come back to me.

Seasons change,
but summer glows,
wherever are you my little rose,
nobody knows but the wind goes,
I'd still for see me waiting.

For even I'd be stuck in the clouds,
reaching highs and lows,
imaging you'd be there,
even if it's just a ghost.