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