What should I've said to her?

What should I've said to her?

When I'm here, I wonder.

When I'm here, I wonder.

What should I've said to her?

What should I've said to her?

When I'm here, I wonder.

When I'm here, I wonder.

I remember those days.

Fav clothes, Chat away.

Doodling on the beach

It seemed the symbolic scene.

People passing by, gave us cold stare

But we never bothered.

'Cause we were together.

I know the epilogue.

Coincidence, I'd say.

After all, we are always missing in any way.

Get to somewhere, and leave there.

Of course, it's meaningless.

And there remains what I couldn't say.

I still am thinking out there.

What should I've said to her?

What should I've said to her?

When I'm here, I wonder.

When I'm here, I wonder.

What should I've said to her?

What should I've said to her?

When I'm here, I wonder.

When I'm here, I wonder.

Memories always carry regrets.

But I feel there's nothing I could do

Memories always carry regrets.

But I feel there's nothing I could do.

What should I've said to her?

What should I've said to her?

When I'm here, I wonder.

When I'm here, I wonder.

Now, I'm standing here on the beach, watching sunrise.

And the light goes to the past and to the present.

I feel like the wind gently strokes my cheek and softly holds me.

And I feel the sight of the other side is the almost same as where I am standing now.

That makes me so delighted.

My only wish is her quiet morning.