Sometimes I sit at my window
Feel the breeze come in,
Look at the sparse lights and wonder
Will this ever end?
But the answer's the same as always
Yes, it will
As all things come to an end
With or without our will.
And then that makes me realise
How much I want us to last,
That in the future years
We are not strangers who pass
Each other on the street, and smile for the sake of smiling
Greet for the sake of being polite and
then ignore each other and continue on walking.
