Classical is something not fade ,but grow more precious with time pass by ,so is dream.
I am deep in love with her. Thinking of her day and night.
But how can i express myself
And will she accept me?
Maybe I never expose my heart to her
For I am always wondering about alone and homeless
How can I be on tenterhooks
Dreams are but dreams
Maybe I should give up
Flowers bloom and fade again and again
But where is the spring for me
I am deep in love with her. Thinking of her day and night.
But how can i express myself
And will she accept me?
Maybe I never expose my heart to her
For I am always wondering about alone and homeless
How can I be on tenterhooks
Dreams are but dreams
Maybe I should give up
Flowers bloom and fade again and again
But where is the spring for me