Evening
In this world, there are so much what looks like love.
It sounds like love, and it calls itself as love, but it isn’t.
It’s just ... people saying and doing they think that they ought to say and do.
What good are words I say to you?
They can’t convey to you what’s in my heart
If you could hear instead
The things I’ve left unsaid
Time after time
I tell myself that I’m
So lucky to be loving you
So lucky to be
The one you run to see
In the evening, when the day is through
I only know what I know
The passing years will show
You’ve kept my love so young, so new
And time after time
You’ll hear me say that I’m
So lucky to be loving you