For My Love is Everlasting

Pragmatic and stout, a high mountain stands;

over green valleys and dark forests it looms.

One day, the winds will grind its stones to sand,

and no longer will the spring flowers bloom.

But my love for you will never ever cease;

my care will persist till the deep seas dry.

I'll bring the sky tumbling down piece by piece,

I'll ride every star, I'll craft wings to fly

I'll do anything to have our lips collide,

and for the off chance to be by your side.