Maybe not...
     He did bought me bouquet of roses,
     Or a box of expensive, assorted chocolates;
     I know I just need a piece of flower,
     He picked from the ground when we were together.

Maybe not...
     He did drove me on our way home,
     Every night when we thought every place was our throne;
     He was my king and I was his queen,
     In our world full of sweetness and beam.

Maybe not...
     He did so much effort for me,
     I knew it was and will always be him;
     Those sincere, dazzling eyes looking at me,
     With a promise that I will always daydream.

Maybe not...**
     We were always in aptness and peace,
     On days when we thought our liaison would split;
     Anger was spilling right out of our mouths,
     But still end up together among of all crowds.