Spring, you’re not as kind as many think you are, Sometimes you’re here to stay, but most times you leave lovers in the cold.
Love, you’re so deceiving, unpredictable; She opens anyway to you, but now her love is froze.
She said, sir don’t bother me, I’m on my way— I need to tell that there’s no used trying for my hand; My love is already buried in the ground.
She said, sir, don’t bother me, already made my mind— You are too good for me, or so told me your pride; I cant take much more of this, flowers don’t bloom twice.
Girl, I can see you’re hearts been broken, but trust me I'm summer— Girl, please give me a chance; I won't let you down; your wish is my command.