Recurring dreams
Anxiously standing in a busy airport
There's nothing,
But a crowd full of strangers
But a crowd full of strangers
Little by little,
I hope to finally meet you
However,
I've never have seen your face before
What should I do?
At that moment,
My eyes met with someone else across the room
My heart begins to pound loud
Yet,
Your voice was all that I heard
Everything else had become a blur
Please,
Don't call out my name
Don't call out my name
I might just wake up
I don't want to repeat this dream again
Please,
No more tomorrow's
Please,
No more tomorrow's
If we don't end up together in this lifetime
Perhaps if I wait long enough,
We will in another