She know the song
Which I have written in a spring day
Which was her birthday
Sitting on the green grass under the hill
Beside the big pink tree
The sky and white clouds are seeing a true love and pleasure of seeing, meeting, knowing  swallowed me up
The sound of a small river are coming and it is flowing in its own rhythm
And crossing our small loving city,
The small huts are waiting
The banyan tree giving a cold wind and telling the past of his old life

The song is very sensitive and emotional
It tells the love, love can't be defined it only be felt
The top of the hills are full with ice and a waterfall is crossing us, making us wet
The wet love is making a new generation
Till now you are thinking it is my beloved
But not it is a tree and small tree with whom I felt happy and pleasure and positive
The tree, not like a human but sensitive like a man
Who is enjoying this ephemeral spring
And taking a breathe in the fresh world