believe, for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows...
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night, a candle glows...
I believe for everyone who goes astray, Someone will come, to show the way, I believe, I believe...
I believe, above the storm the smallest prayer, Will still be heard...
I believe, that someone in that great somewhere, Hears every word...
Every time I hear a newborn baby cry
Or touch a leaf, or see the sky
Then I know why, I believe

The Furthest Distance in the World, by Tagore. (By EM Sherry)
The furthest distance in the world, is not between life and death,
But when I stand in front of you, yet you don’t know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world, is not when I stand in front of you,Yet you can’t see my love,
But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both, yet cannot be together.
The furthest distance in the world, is not being apart while being in love,
But when plainly cannot resist the yearning, yet pretending you have never been in my heart.
The furthest distance in the world, is not when painly cannot resist the yearning, yet pretending you have never been in my heart,
But using one's indifferent heart, to dig an uncrossable river, for the one who loves you.

Did I make the most of loving you? So many things we didn’t do.（By EM Sherry）
Did I give you all my heart could give? Two unlived lives with lives to live.
When these endless, lonely days are through, I’ll make the most of loving you.
Did we make the most of all we had? Not seeing you makes my heart sad.
Did we make the most of summer days? We still have time to change our ways.
When these endless, lonely days are through, I’ll make the most of loving you.
I’ll make the most of loving you.
Did those tender words stay in my head? So many things were left unsaid.
Did I give you all my heart could give? Two unlived lives with lives to live.
When these endless, lonely days are through, I’ll make the most of loving you.
I’ll make the most of loving you.