All the days I returned home alone
Became days that I embraced my tired heart
Empty times that were filled with loneliness
Were filled up with our memories

People ask me if something good happened these days
That my face looks bright
The only thing that changed
Is that I’m being loved by the person I love

I’m having fun all day
With stories that are nothing special
Someone being my precious person
Makes me love the times that I spent

My sentences that are filled with affection
Has helped you to get up
On days when you look like you’re struggling
I want to be your resting place

Being in love, sharing love
Now I know what that means
Only because of the fact
That I’m being loved by the person I love

I’m having fun all day
With stories that are nothing special
Someone being my precious person
Makes me love the times that I spent

I used to be afraid
Of getting hurt in case this is just my misunderstanding
But I’m living life as myself

All you did was hold my hand
But I feel like every part of me is being understood
Someone becoming my love
Makes me love the places that were not special at all