In this world, there are so much... what looks like love. It sounds like love, and it calls itself as love, but it isn't. It's just ... people saying and doing they think that they ought to say and do.
﹝Time After Time﹞
What good are words I say to you? They can't convey to you what's in my heart If you could hear instead The things I've left unsaid
Time after time I tell myself that I'm So lucky to be loving you
So lucky to be The one you run to see In the evening, when the day is through
I only know what I know The passing years will show You've kept my love so young, so new
And time after time You'll hear me say that I'm So lucky to be loving you