Like every end of summers,
Tomorrow's gonna rain,
I want her to remember
All the lovely sunsets in our window pane.
In the weekends we're up til 4 in the morning,
As we decode the lyrics in music we listen to,
And we try to discover all the meanings,
And stories behind the words we sing to.
I tell her my sweet childhood,
I tell her my happy highschool.
I tell her and she understood,
That she has to live her life with a heart that's full.
I tell her how college was like,
I tell her not to stop learning after that.
I tell her to dance in highs and lows alike,
I tell her I love her with all my heart.