Sometimes I got scared
knowing that someday you'll be gone
but I tried to conceal it inside,
cause I'm so ashamed to reveal it...
Sometimes I looked toward the sky
gazing intently, somehow thinking
your face would peeped out...
I looked so woebegone now,
cause I knew in any minute
you'll be out of my life.
I'm so scared... yet I'm so down to you
I'm wondering whether I could hear
your mellifluous voice again,
just for this last time,
even for this last, very moment.
However, circumstances might change,
and I'm afraid it would,
and my dreaded thoughts
would somehow turn into reality...