Staring at the
midnight sky...

Openning your eyes
to the morning sun...

You'll say "hi" every now and then,
You'll smile time and again...

In the world of staging,
musicals, and plays...

At the sound of the alarm
morning already...

The powerful friend of red and yellow,
orange is warmth and fire and glow...

I can see it in your eyes. That look in your eyes...
But I don't want you to be. Don't be shy when you...

I've waited forever
just to meet you...

I heard his voice yell
"Over Here!&quot...

I stood there
and watched...

She stood there with curls in her hair,
mascara running down her cheeks...

Am I crazy?
Am I wasting my time...