Pieces of Heaven

Count the stars, smell the flowers,
Drink the water, pray for lovers.
At the end of the day, when you’re alone with your head,
Close the deals, lock the prowlers,
Remember, in the morning, you smelt the flowers.
Their essence lingers.
Cherish the memory of the loved ones,
Forgive the memory of the hatred.
Look ahead and step forward,
Respect the past and your ancestors.
Remember, in the morning, you smelt the flowers,
Some dear friends from my confused generation,
Believe that being unhappy is cool.
No, we are not the product of magazines and TV,
We’re all pieces of heaven, and love will gather us,
Will take cares of us, dear.