Does it make sense when a rainbow emerged on a hot Sunday afternoon?
Or when the night feels bright when there is no sun around?
And as I pointed each and everyday,
Everything should happened and must happen when it is mattered most.
Should we feel sad when we are surrounded by smiles?
Must we be angry when our birthday is showered with gifts?
Should we feel loved when honesty looms in the darkness?
And must we be grateful when complacent rules our habit?
All we need is to be appreciated,
And let the sense of joy hugged us from inside,
With this sense of gay, and the pride of belongings,
Then only each step we take, will bring us comfort in pursuing eternal love
Or when the night feels bright when there is no sun around?
And as I pointed each and everyday,
Everything should happened and must happen when it is mattered most.
Should we feel sad when we are surrounded by smiles?
Must we be angry when our birthday is showered with gifts?
Should we feel loved when honesty looms in the darkness?
And must we be grateful when complacent rules our habit?
All we need is to be appreciated,
And let the sense of joy hugged us from inside,
With this sense of gay, and the pride of belongings,
Then only each step we take, will bring us comfort in pursuing eternal love
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