I think I know what love is

I think I know what love is.
It is called the world of fairy tales, as well as
the utopia that the paths looking for
the lost wanderer.
Seeking a gate, and the gate opener,
as well as the stopper. Life on the road,
so many bends there,
and dangerous side roads,
they often mislead us.
That comes devils, and angels.
People, friends, loved ones, I do not
will never forget you.
This same karma to share
a number of single, fearless,
and sensitive, and stubborn.

Swinging in the wind wild in the Miss Summer in July,
in autumn, he is full of memories,
and the breaking up of the fragments of happiness.
Every one of us wants a piece of love
own, it might be someone trying to second
secretly steal.

I turned my back on the wind,
lift the collar up against the cold wind.
Then secretly love me some
arrived. The lack of sun power your feet
crashed, the discretely
Maple leaves fallen from the tree floating countries.
Autumn capricious winds of winter changed,
Inside the feelings grew stronger, they are to me
got mad love for you.

Never have underestimated the smallness,
little germ can grow up feeling quite
too large. In the end, the atmosphere can be
just like crack.

Swinging in the wind wild in the Miss Summer in July,
in autumn, he is full of memories,
and the breaking up of the fragments of happiness.
Every one of us wants a piece of love
own, it might be someone trying to second
secretly steal.