The smile on her face make me glow again,
even in the sadness I feel alive again.
My face turns blue when she is not arround.
The storm in my heart turns me upside down.
I am a high winds and she is a spring.
My time will come when we meet again.
I wrapped in her thoughts every single day.
Please tell me someone how should I convey.
Night awaits for me to get some sleep,
but I am busy in chasing her in my dreams.
I look up I look up I look up in the sky.
I say I love her, they say meet we know what it likes to cry.