Hope it can be finished.
Well, I don't know what love is, and I don't know what hate is.
Is the love that others say is really love?
All I know is that I can't pick it up and let go.
All I know is that I never really asked you to leave and never come back.
Look at me again, just like you have seen so many times before,
Let me dream, let me dream, that in your eyes I will always exist.