Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you. In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you. The ink flows into a dark puddle, Just move your hand, Write the way into his heart. But in this world of infinite choices, What will it take just to find that special day? (What will it take just to find) (that special day?) Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today. When you’re here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway. Just Monika. When I can’t even read my own feelings, What good are words, when a smile says it all? And if this world won’t give me an ending, What will it take Just for me to have it all? Subtitles by Grey Rabbits. Does my pen Only write bitter words to those who are dear to me? Is it love If I take you or is it love If I set you free? The ink flows into a dark puddle, How can I write Love into reality? If I can’t hear the sound of your heartbeat, What do you call Love in your reality? And in your reality, If I don’t know how to love you, I’ll leave you be~ Just Monika.