Who we are is very nice,
Not like flame or ice.
A warm blanket in winter.

We sit under an old tree;
Old leaves fall on us.
Our cheeks shine, eyes are laughing.

You kick me light on the calf.
Okay, I will sing.
“Love is you and me alone.”

The blanket us is tighter,
Not like flame or ice.
Who we are is very nice.