There is an innocent woman, she loves a man, she always looks down and always feel embarrassed when she sees it.
He secretly wrote a letter, he explained that he wanted to say something, but I did not know he was afraid of whom.
Wherever he meets, he asks me. How does this love happen, yes how does this love happen?
And I just say, right.. that love does happen.
Although his eyes are open or closed he is all that I see. Someone remembers me but I've dressed up with that dream, I hugged someone I would make a lover.
The name written on your heart, The name is written in the heart that is with what we promise.
