If we were meant to leave each other so soon,
why did we meet so unexpectedly?
No, this isn’t the end. I want you to know that.
Our time is ahead in the future, I hope you believe that.
That’s the belief that gets me through this phase,
of your sudden departure.
Call me stupid, tell me to forget, ask me to move on,
Yet, I follow my path, holding on to what I trust.
You seem too fine with everything now, but trust me,
when it catches up and it will, you’ll come back,
and baby, then I’ll be waiting for you.