Longing

No matter how far i walk, i am unable to reach the centre of your heart

But that doesn't stop me from cherishing you,though you don't even have the faintest clue about who I am 

That there is someone who thinks of you every single day

Don't forget that there is someone who's living only for you

Perhaps it is destined to be a tragedy...

Still wherever you are, whatever you do, my heart just prays for you to be safe and happy 

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