Did I saw a beauty in front of me?
Or she just my imagination?
Just let me see her again, again and again,
Until I can’t see anything anymore,
But let the beauty be the last thing I see,
Before all of this become dark,
I just want to tell her how much I love her,
Because my heart can’t stop thinking of her,
Maybe not today or not tomorrow,
But someday if I have a chance,
I want to tell her how much I love her,
And let that day be my last of glory…