She got lost between the tangled nets of my memory.
She calls you treasure, not because she is in love and doesn't wanna lose you but because she sees a gold mine in you.
She thought the distance could help her take a step back, but she still watches herself cry.
I could still speak to you without talking
I will love you even you get older. If you lose your hair, I will cut mine off and make wig for you. Because I love you.
I want succeed so bad, I want to see myself saying if I make this millions this month, how much will I make next month.
Sometimes I lose my way.
Would you gently remind me. Where I am?