You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows.
This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.
God tied you and I together by our little fingers with a long red string.
This bond of destiny cannot be seen and there is no map to it.
So I will fall in love with you when I meet you.
