A gentle breeze in my hand starts to dance, twinkling, in the light. Wearing a new smile for the first time, I could say \"Good morning,\" even to strangers.
When I couldn't see you anymore, I cried until a clock rusted, but
I'm okay. After the tears have dried, There's a door to a dream; I mustn't worry. If sadness comes again, I'll smile, just like I'm welcoming a friend. ...It's a promise, for sure.
Downpouring petals whisper, fluttering, on my hair and shoulders. There are as many partings as meetings. It's not your fault.
Even though memories may overflow, I won't lose my good cheer.
I'm okay. Because happiness sneaks in Through cracks in my fractured heart, I won't sigh. Suddenly, sadness comes around, but I'll make friends with it, ...because it's a promise.
I'm okay. After the tears have dried, there's a door to a dream; I mustn't worry. That's right, I'll simply smile, just like I'm welcoming a friend. ...It's a promise, for sure.
Suddenly, sadness comes around, but I'll make friends with it, ...because it's a promise.