Honey, where are you?
Whenever it's midnight
The thought of you drives me crazy
The lonely moonlight is dim and bright
The only sound in the cold house is the bell
Darling, where are you?
My world is filled with only you
I want to call and find you
But I don't know your message
Darling, where are you?
I can't live without you
You are the only one for me
No one can replace you
Darling, where are you?
I can't even dream of being with you
Life is sweet with you
Darling, where are you?
I will always wait for you
Until the day we meet
I am destined to love only you in this life
No matter how poor or sick
I will never leave you
To be together happily
For you I will
I will be devoted to you
If I sacrifice myself, I will do anything
I will never turn my back on you at the end of love
About the Creator
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