I came to see you
The rest of the whole is an excuse
If you have the sun
Is so bleak
If you have the world
Is so small
I don't know your diary
There will be a few pages wrote me
I don't know my dream
And where will meet you
Look you in the eye looking for them
You in the eyes
I know your eyes
Have I
I know your in the mind
Have I
I look at you hope then at the finish
I read you want to finish and think
About a time
With a dream
I can understand the poet
Always pretended to the
Always wishful thinking
Always have hope for yourself