I hope you have a happy day
Every morning when I wake up
In front of happiness that I fear will run away
Meeting you was a stroke of luck
Making promises, meeting, and saying goodbye
A little bit in front of the house
I don't know what to do with myself
It's the first time, finally, I
I used to like being alone
To the me who loved myself
It's a beautiful confinement
Today that I'm alive is beautiful
A little bit in front of the house
I don't know what to do with myself
It's the first time, finally, I
I used to like being alone
To the me who loved myself
It's the first time, finally, I
I used to like being alone
To the me who loved myself