Sweet is the kiss on the lips of the lover. Warm as the breath of the wind in the summer
Bitter is the taste of good-bye on the 'morrow. So must it be, both of joy and of sorrow

Yes, I can feel it like the wind in the summer. Yes, I can feel it every time I am with her
Yes, I can feel it like good byes on the 'morrow. Yes, I can feel it both of joy and of sorrow

Gentle is the touch of the hand of the lover. Soft as the voice of the heart speaking to her
Heavy is the time to endure without her. So must it be, both together and asunder

Yes, I can feel it, my heart speaking to her. Yes, I can feel it every time I am near her
Yes, I can feel it like the weight of forever. Yes, I can feel it both together and asunder