Every time when I'm alone, I think of you.
Every time when I'm on my bed, I think of you.
Every time when I look into my hand phone, I think of you.
Every time when I look into my closet, I think of you.
Every time when I play Canon in D, I think of you.
But every time, it hurts more.
Every time you're not there.
Every time sorrowfulness strikes.
Every time I'm disappointed.
I couldn't let it go, nor forget about it.
I couldn't pretend that it never happened.
I could just dream that one day, dream will come true and you will be by my side, again...
