Each time we say goodbye,
Our eyes stare at each other,
Our legs don’t want to move,
When is it we will meet again?
As our car stops I,
Don’t want to push the door open,
Don’t want to put my feet on the ground,
Just want to stay and go for a few rounds.
Just as I turn to look away,
Your face don’t disappear,
Each step I move away,
I dream on towards you.
To see you first before morning comes,
To hold dear in this arms,
To let you hear my heartbeat on my chest,
When is it I will kiss you again?
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