Streaking down my eyes
Quite tears of night;
In desolation and solitude,
Furtively waited a hostility
In the plane of heart
Two hearts have dwindled to one;
Alone I stand, sing, and dance
My promises are what I can fulfill!
My words are those I can keep!
A question lingers in my heart;
Is the possibility of meeting you again.
When speech is within my reach,
I need not the tongue.
I never search for eyes
Because vision lies within my heart.
Today at my hands
I ignore the past.
I do not shed tears to pity myself
Neither regrets nor remorse I feel
No sentimental about the past
Or caring about what is right or wrong
Bygones I let be bygones
No sign or feeling of sadness
I will only know where we stand
When we meet and see again
But maybe or maybe not
Only time will tell it all
A freedom I required of you
From this day dream of mine
My laugh and my cry
Powers are they to my sympathy
My tears I cannot hold back
That I must forget you to go on
I will only know where we stand
When we meet and see again
But maybe or maybe not
Only time will tell it all
If you are meant for me and I for you
Only time will tell it all
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