Franz's Little Love Poem (Free, Western Edition)

You said I would come,

one day, without fail.

Perhaps riding on seven-colored clouds,

perhaps beneath a sky full of stars,

perhaps on a white horse—

you'd love it, no matter what.

I would meet you,

but our two hearts still had to wait.

Wait for the clouds after the rain, wait for the brightest star,

wait for you and me to meet again.