The Pianist's Stunning Violets
Love Comes Softly
Plains, valleys, and mountains are my havens,
They shape my thoughts afar for roses’ joys,
I am traveling looking at faces,
Smiles of big feet and hands bloom anew.
I once was lost in their embrace long ago,
But now the birds sing for mother hug though,
Father, kins, make the world wonderful flow,
Thanks to the mighty God, fatherland bow.
Chorus:
Love comes softly when I see my Dear land,
‘Fam, kin, and crushes of teen grow tall band,