Under the streetlight, covered by moonlight
I sat upon a bench, waiting to unite

took out my diary, flash-backed our memory
read all your letters, sunken in harmony

listening to the rain drops, took out my umbrella
reminisces your voice, how you call me senorita

buses after buses, all kind had gone by
still neither recieved a call nor a reply

thoughts in my head, ran a sec per mile
my brain submerged in doubt, but heart said to wait

someone took me in arms, hugged so tight
i trusted my heart, so was it you...