Feeling right,just like the flowers of my path,
standing by the sun,smiling him.
I wanted to stand beside.
But it's alright,that's not an appropiate thing.
I'm not a flower,at least i'm happy,or I thought it.
I have to walk,so I left the sun on my back.
Sometimes, I heard him calling my name,
but I'd never turned around.
I wonder why,but I don't know why.
I'm just walking and walking through my path,
seeing them smiling,and in the end,
I robbed them a smile for carrying it on with me
the rest of my day.
That's my weird definition of happiness.
A smile,just a moment when that's all alright.