What is me to you.
What is you to me.
If being happy is the only thing we care of, things can be so much simpler.
Is there an expiry date for all happiness?
All we have is now.
Don't want to make things harder, I want everything to be better.
What if one day, I'm not the person I thought I can be.
How fickle my heart is.
Maybe I know. Maybe I don't.
Hey, just love everyday.
