Sometimes I wonder how it would be if you knew.
If you are waiting for me as long as I am waiting for you.
How would it be if you too dreamed of me?
I wonder how it would be to have you waiting for me,
at a terminal, in the midst of chaos and busy crowds,
your heart pounding, anticipating my arrival.
I wonder what it would be like to have you waiting,
eager and in love,
dying for your arms to encompass my entire being.
What are the odds that you feel this too?