Heart

Richie Tang

That sparkling stars,

why would they need clouds?

Though sometimes they will be covered,

they can’t decide,

it’s called relationship.

That glistening water,

why would they require duckweeds?

Although sometimes it will be stink,

It can’t stop,

it’s called love.

That strong and beating heart,

why would it still demand yours?

Though it’s already got its shape,

It can’t help,

it’s called destiny.

That always remained beautiful and perfect lady,

Why would she gave him a birth?

Although she knew he would affect her beauty.

She can’t refuse,

it’s called enchanted.