With you in my mind,
the sky looks like a canvas of a master painter,
the sound of leaves swaying to the breeze is like symphony of a great composer,
the fragrance of the flowers is like your embrace.
With you on my mind the MORNING BECOMES GOOD.
With you in my mind,
the sky looks like a canvas of a master painter,
the sound of leaves swaying to the breeze is like symphony of a great composer,
the fragrance of the flowers is like your embrace.
With you on my mind the MORNING BECOMES GOOD.