In the middle of a vast daisy-covered meadow,
there were honeysuckles hummingbirds loved;
their leaves were large and their flowers pinkish-red...
lovers spent sultry summers nights to escape sorrow.
Far in the distance, the darkened cypresses swayed...
keeping watch on the marble graves and those names death knew;
over this side, there was much vibrant life and all fireflies happily flew;
happiness vibrated in the joyful voices while guitars played.
Come, lover and bury yourself into my warm embrace,
let's make believe that yesterday wasn't a faded dream...
we can bring it back for endless moments that these eager hearts shouldn't miss;
if hummingbirds love honeysuckles, we can be as inseparable as they are indeed.