Down the crooked Paths,
Twist and bend they go.
Trees aligned up in a Row,
Slowly feeling its wrath,
Long and narrow gravel Roads,
Swamps that all surround.
Leaping and croaking are the Toads,
You see them on the ground.
Light footsteps Compose,
Shuffled dirt fleeting
A single Rose,
Blown leaves sweeping.
Suddenly a feeling of warm,
A sweet smile.
Longer than the Nile,
Our love was finally sworn.
