In the quiet corners of my heart, I confess;
I can't lie to myself, I can't digress,
From the memory of him, I can't forget;
I'm still waiting, filled with a strange regret.
I don't know why I cling to this hope;
Somewhere inside, a part of me still copes,
A piece of my heart longs for his return;
And in this longing, my heart begins to yearn.
I’m here,...