This morning I thought
Since the sun's shining so bright
That I could see my world differently
Clearly, not covered by the thin fog
But as I walk my way
Near the place where we 1st met
Everything suddenly become blur
The green lafs ...
The bright blue sky ...
The soft white clouds ...
Seems like someone just
Spilled water on 6 years old girl's painting
And all I can see clearly
Is just you
I see a pair of eyes
I used to dream about
It's as if I can still voice
That used to whispered softly to me
Before I can decide
Whether it's just a dream or not
Time flies and so does you
And here I am now
Wondering what would we both feel
If I was there with my hands in yours
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