Almost all the times I think of you, sometimes I dream about
the wonderful life we could share, every day I miss the warm touch of your
hands and your lips that speak so well that language that only my lips can
understand, but today I just wonder why are you so far away, I’m afraid that you
could weary of the sickness of my love, and now I’m sitting here, wandering
what will be of us tomorrow, because now it is about you and me, together, I
Now it sounds this song on my head "Oh baby, baby , it's a wild world".