Tell me to meet in love
The arms came pouring arms in the arms
I love you
I do not see anything
On the shoulder came the season of slipping my sliver,
Tell me to meet in love
The arms came pouring arms in the arms
You have met, yet how is the heart going to see?
You are near, yet you are thirsty to go in the lips
The cold weather of the lips came to burn,
Tell me to meet in love
The arms came pouring arms in the arms