There's a place in my heart,
I don't want to care too much.
It hovers over my thought,
Remind me the happy time so much.
The soft place,
Don't be serious.
I don't mean to arouse your memory,
But to re-taste the ever past hapiness.
Green groud, blue sky.
Yellow butterfly kite flys high.
Gentle breeze, giocoso spring,
Laughing sweeties whispers light.
Hand in hand, shoulder by shoulder,
Staring the dancing kite.
You know, I know,
Two different hearts mingle togather...
The soft place,
With so much sweetness.
No one knows, only you and me,
Never forget, past and forever.
I don't mean to call out the past,
Just let you know there is a heart still love you, lately.
There is a soft place for you,
For the ever hurted heart.
