And I woke up from a whimsical slumber
just as when my cloudless eyes
have seen the first leaf of Spring
So delicate it was...

Like a tulip starting to bloom;
A promise made to someone special;
A spell hidden in a magic trick
And a mended heart after the torment...

Flashbacks started to be unveiled
laughter...
happiness...
endless fights...
tears...
late night thoughts...
countless dramas...

then love fades...

Oh! The sprinkles of the past
Where emptiness creeps
Where walls of regrets visit
But the morning light explodes still

Everything is delicate indeed
Like the leaf that soon will break off in time
Secrets hidden in a jar of fear
Wound that heals after a decade
And pain that remains for quite sometime

Gayle Foreman's right
Anything can happen in just one day...