He was sitting next to me and we were playing the same piano.
He was looking at me every time he put his fingers on the piano keys, it was an indescribably beautiful feeling of wishing that would never end. The presto called "Our Love" sounded to me like a confession of love.
I miss you more than you can imagine, when will you come back to revive our love again, or we don't have another chance for our love.
The piano is what brought us together, and it is he who will bring us together again on stage.
see you soon.
