Then What?

All this time … for one more time

I wish I could be with you
I hope we could meet in the eye
I want to have you in my arm
I pray for you to dream about me, pick up you phone, and dial my number

But then what?
I know for sure that we’ll never work it out
I understand completely that we’re never gonna be true

So I let my mind off and think about something or someone else tough I can’t
But I’m glad for ever having a story with you in this short life