In the line of destiny, our paths crossed, we were intertwined and our love blossomed for a while like the beautiful canola flowers we saw at the end of winter. Your gentle lips, a captivating smile, whispered your kindness that bewitched me. Even for a little while, our love was so beautiful that God might intervene between us. Disappear with the grey clouds, fly with the wind. Your love turns to dust. Never know when will it come back again. My love is still here to defy the universe, alone might not be too bad. Knowing it once bloomed together, enough.