One day that I started realize
The image I’ve been dreaming of
Turned out that, you’re not that alike.
So there’s a concern that I can’t stop:
So there’s a concern that I can’t stop:
“Do we still love, or it’s no more?
“If there’s no dream, if there’s no hope,
“Bless her, O Lord!” – I desperately implored.
Tired, despaired: that’s all we have
That’s no true life, true love, I’d say
Like the sea with all its storms and waves
So hard to keep, so tough to stay!
Then, at last, I turned to give up
And, alas, you did not let go
Maybe for me there’s still some hope
And maybe, girl, it has to be you.
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