Don'T Expect Too Much Out of the Love
Don't expect too much out of the love
It's just like a flower blossomed instant
Somewhat an orchid bloomed by tune
It will fade back to its before late or soon
To face the wind and to bathe the rain
Or tragically to taste even more pain
It grows more astringent spot
But more like burning wood
It needs both wind and firewood
To make it burning and to sense its hot
Don't expect too much out of the love
Nor decorate it with any more illusion
It’s not the birds flying in the heaven
Nor dance the butterflies like a queen
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