Warm as the spring breeze,
On my cheek rests your lips.
A bear garden,
is the world around,
Zealously we search around.
Hidden, my love, just to be found.
Ubiquitous is the magic of love.
Zealously I search for you,
Hidden, my love, waiting for me.
Invisible is the magic of love.
You might hide, but hide in my arms.
I might search, but for no one else.