The chimes of time.

The chime of time.

I can hear the chime from the church by the seashore. The scent of the apple blossoms fills the air, and I can see the pretty buds of May are already here. As I look, I can see you standing there. I am blinded. By the light, you shine so bright. There is no one else in sight. Your red lips feel smooth and silky, just like a beautiful rose. But the sea bares her bosom to the moon, and the wind is howling. But when I stare at you, I get a warm feeling deep down inside. The moon won't shine and the wind will stop whenever you walk by.