On that day, When I can separate black from white, I find a colorful world.
On that day, When I can separate right from wrong, I realize a good girl I should be.
On that day, When I can separate love from hate. I know what I have got.
On that day, When I can separate joy from pain, I learn what I should remain.
As I grow up, I’ve learned a lot.
But---- On that day, When I can separate your voice from others, I’ve got lost.
Where should I go, The question I still remain. Drawn in the memories, Just hide and sigh, Or leave the past behind, Prepare for the next day.
Clearly, I know what I should choose, Certainly, the way is not always with ease. And sure, there would be sunset I’ve neverseen. There would be thorn give me great pain.
But, happiness I will try to maintain, And I’ll not be upset, And I’ll wait for the next dawn.
Do you, darling, Want to be so kind, To give me your hand. To share the calm and storm, To share the warmness of the sunlight. Not always feared of harm, Just go on to do what you think is right. ‘Cause you know, the two of us, Will be packed up together with peace.
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