We made this love to be ours.
In the sea of doubt, we have surpassed to swim in the depths.
As we look up, there are mountains of heading back. But then you held my hand, saying the odds are in us.
We walked together to the only goal I have in life. It is being with you when I climbed all hills high.
We were at the middle, it's getting tough. But you said we got this, and so I got it.
Near the high, was a very rocky ride. You started losing grip, losing the drive to climb.
I was in rage, how could you? I was holding you tight! You said it just fell off.
But we have to climb, I thought in mind. And we climbed but I was the only one holding tight.
Now we're in the high. We reached the mountain's top.
But at this time, I wasn't able to feel your hand.
It felt empty, I feel empty. I closed my eyes and rewind the journey of us.
It was wonderful, yet so painful. I made a sad smile, this is the end my love.
I looked at the other mountain and saw you smiling. We both reached the top but you were holding someone else's hand. Never let that go because I lost my heart just for you to held that hand.
That hand of someone worthy of your ride. That ride of being together until the finish line. That ride you haven't chosen when there was still us.
