i want to believe.
i believe.
when the warm wind come from the south, and the green leaves grows and put a shadow over my path, i belive.
Because you makes me believe.
when i run home again with a smile, or my morning seems to have more light, i believe.
And i believe we finally meet, someday soon, under a big tree.
at that time.. i will not believe.. i wil be sure.
you will makes me be sure..
