Seconds, minutes, hours merge into yesterdays; yesterdays merge with tomorrows— into now. The past is all but a thought fading away; the future seems close but may never come. All is left is the present— the time I spend with you.
Up to the sky, over the rainbow
leben, lieben, lachen
Seconds, minutes, hours merge into yesterdays; yesterdays merge with tomorrows— into now. The past is all but a thought fading away; the future seems close but may never come. All is left is the present— the time I spend with you.