Hiding there was little boy, who afraid of dark
As he grew, he understand nothing is blessing and nothing he ever finish was death itself

I remember you, a little girl I used to play
She smile and cry, make me mad all day
I remember you, I remember you

When We grow, I know I loved you
I think you know that too
I guess I am not you prince charming
But I can be your that sandle that fit with you..

Still talking nonsense, and still I have love you
You may forget me, but will always remember you.