I understand feelings are like waves, Washing up upon the shores, As to say hello and goodbye to the sand, Feelings stay and goes away. I understand if tomorrow you, Dont hold my hands anymore, Just like a tree that grows, So old the leaves will fall to its ground. I understand when time comes, Once you're older, The world will show you a different story, You wont need to hold my hand anymore. I hold too many stories, As history teaches us not to repeat, How beautiful you are to me, Shall we not start a new history. The world will show you a different story And girl you'll be the most beautiful flower Dont keep it here with me. Grow your garden, You'll see how wonderful outside will be.