Lyric

Morning sun, shadows on the street

Chasing the bus on tired feet

The classroom is my secret box

A notebook full of hidden thoughts

Watching you run across the field

The feelings that I've never revealed

Fate was kind, the bus was near

"Sit by me," the words I long to hear

I missed my stop, stayed on the line

Making up reasons, just to buy time

Autumn is here, the leaves are gold

Knitting a scarf for a love untold

You pressed the bell, you waved goodbye

I watched you go with a heavy sigh

But at the next stop, I found my way

"Tomorrow is the day," I softly say

I have your number, but I’m too shy

I'd rather write than say goodbye

Before the festival, I'll take my part

With a one-year letter, and all my heart