I like thinking about you.
I like dreaming about you.
I was seeing you in my dreams yesterday, how warm
it was to hear you call me by my name.
Like thawing spring, puffs of cozy summer comes within in
that somehow, today felt like an episode of a spring dream.
Later and later, it gets warmer and this feeling will just go to waste.
But to me, everything that is, at this very moment, is worthwhile.
Like thawing spring, puffs of cozy summer comes within in
that somehow, today felt like an episode of a spring dream.
Later and later, it gets warmer and this feeling will just go to waste.
But to me, everything that is, at this very moment, is worthwhile.
Little do you know,
you hit the mark home too near to be coincidental.
Such pity I won't ever know if it is, or if you're thinking of me too,
as I do you
throughout my days of long, long stillness.
