A little old lady tells me
“Falling in love is a sweet waterfall in spring”
How to reply, I do not know
Most confused am I, so I bid farewell and go
Yet her words haunt my every step
The glistening sparkle in her eyes I cannot forget
Isn't love a risk, a painful heartbreak?
Isn't it filled with thorns, a cold cage?
How then is it a waterfall?
What sweetness comes from it all?
But the wrinkled smile upon her pale face
Many years of unforgotten memories traced
Oh, how she looked so happy, her heart in peace!
Why tell this to the likes of me?
Suddenly the wind blows and I feel so cold and alone
So I turn and run, run back to her home
She looks up at me from her knitting and song
As if she'd known I'd come back all along
I pay no heed and beg her to speak
What did she mean before by telling so to me?
She smiled again and repeated what she said
Still the same confusion rushed through my head
She whispered again, “Falling in love is a waterfall in spring”
Then a joyous melody of wedding bells began to ring
At last I understood and laughed
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