Hands Can Pick the Stars

I always look at him secretly Watch him give a speech under the national flag, watch him pass by outside the classroom later Watch him playing ball on the college playground and reading in the library Later Watch him work until dawn, watch him build his own company finally Ending more than ten years of sneaking around Now I look at him openly Because he is my husband and the father of my child PS: Commemorate the old times that can never be returned to