Morning Light

Once while coming home I saw a fairy, A fragrant wind blew my heart as if I was in a prairie. I thought I finally met the girl of my dream, Because I could see her heart was modest and pristine.

Respecting and admiring her beauty became my common trend, Just a few years later she became my best friend. For now I know that my love is so true, But when will I tell, that the fairy is no one but you.