You’re Hand in mine,

Your word linger in my mind...

Thinking to myself that our love

Is too good.

Too good to last, to easy and way to fast.

This cannot be real, if so it will disappear because no matter how

Hard i try; happiness always comes and goes...

Never stays in my life.

I think to myself,

When you tell me you love me,

Is this the last time I’ll hear these

Words from your lips.

When you touch my faces and embrace me into your arms, and

Kiss me gently,

Will this be the last time...?

When you smile at me with that light in your eyes,

I can't help but to think

Will this be the last time...?