Every morning I wake up.
One hope is in my mind,
one hope that make me running down the stair.
To see you.
To talk with you.
One hope I lost every morning.
And come back each day.
Something that's gradually lost
is not my love on you.
but confidence of your love on me
It's still strong as first day,doesn't it?
or it's just fall down with distance and time...