In the middle of a vast daisy-covered meadow, there were honeysuckles hummingbirds loved; their leaves were large and their flowers pinkish-red... lovers spent sultry summers nights to escape sorrow. Far in the distance, the darkened cypresses swayed... keeping watch on the marble graves and those names death knew; over this side, there was much vibrant life and all fireflies happily flew; happiness vibrated in the joyful voices while guitars played. Come, lover and bury yourself into my warm embrace, let's make believe that yesterday wasn't a faded dream... we can bring it back for endless moments that these eager hearts shouldn't miss; if hummingbirds love honeysuckles, we can be as inseparable as they are indeed.