While asleep, I sense you hand
on my forehead.
As a drop of your tears
fall on my cheek,
upon seeing the way I'm sick all day,
this love is worth of
not being well for a thousand years.
While asleep, I sense you hand
on my forehead.
As a drop of your tears
fall on my cheek,
upon seeing the way I'm sick all day,
this love is worth of
not being well for a thousand years.