Every day, the sun gives a salutation Filled

WithWarmth.

In response, that little white morning gloryOpens

Up.At the, closing of every evening the sun

DrawsAway.

Causing, that little white morning glory toRecede

Back.

If you were the sun and your love was the warmth,If I were the flower opening my heart.Then every day we would rise to greet each other,And every day we would give each other something.

Love is the heart and the heart is love.You give me your love and I give you my heart.