I think we’ve taken love the wrong way,
It was never taught to us—until today.
Let me unblind you, let you see the truth:
How the conception of love was always misunderstood.
Imagine you see a beautiful flower—what do you do?
You’re happy, seeing it bloom so beautifully, aren’t you?
You adore it so much that you pluck it and take it home,
Put it in a vase or a book, and forget it after a day or two.
But love, like that flower, thrives best when it’s free,
To grow, to bloom, to dance in the wind, wild and free.
When confined to a vase or book, its beauty fades away,
Its fragrance dims, its colors turn to gray.
For it is beautiful when it’s set free;
Let it bloom like flowers in a meadow, you’ll see.
If it’s meant for you, it’ll always be—
Do not jail it, for it’ll always try to flee.