1900-01-07 0000 I wish I had you here, no, I don't exactly want to kiss you, I don't really feel like confessing to you either, no we don't need to get married, or date, or even look each other in the eye, I just want to know what your smile meant on that day eight years ago Then, maybe then, and only if you remember that smile, those things, everything maybe then we can do the rest Or maybe then I can move on and stop dragging your memory with me everywhere I go.