Il n'y a pas de mauvais temps, il n'y a que de mauvaises gens

Naked in the bad weather, I'll keep on shining for your frozen heart, lonesome daughter of the cold winters...

This is what it means.

A fight never ends while we haven't both won it. Whatever we might think.

And I'll never give you up.
This is what it means.

Sometimes, you can choose to be happy.

Sometimes you can only fight for it.
And this is what I do.