They say, the choices we made were based on what we want; So I do wonder if the rain can stop pouring when I plead above? Can the sun rays be the one to welcome me when it's time to wake up? Be it your voice to sing me a song when it's too hard to fall out of... love? I guess it's just my dream to fulfill-you and I collide in between To hear the words slipped from your mouth once; or hundreds times which I imagined Holding your hand, talking with you...and calling you mine Let's go back on April 14 where everything's still been fine..