Without telling you about tomorrow
Or telling you about the past
I have only lived when I became close to you
And ask your eyes about my birth
I'm a story that was written by your hands from the first line
I don't know anything about me but what you knew
The best days of my life began beside you
I have never dreamed of you but of whom I'll dream after you?
Before meeting you, by the way
Before seeing you, I missed you
I loved you from the beginning
Then I met you and loved you again