Two, a simple number,
yet I hope it gives us more years to remember.
How you cry and beg for me to come over,
saying you don't have enough time to recover.
As the two birds flock together, One fell and went into somber.
I keep on recalling the night, That I have you on my shoulder,
Saying "I Love You, even after forever".
I know our past is completely over,
Yet I hoped to bring back the time that we spent with each other,
And make it run, 3 times slower.
You, having only 2 percent of living,
Makes me wanna laugh, and ask "Are you kidding?"
But at the same time, my heart keeps on beating,
Enough for you to know, that its hurting.
