Our kind of conversation is not like others did.
I remember how we love to argue about small things and end up with laughter, yours and mine.

Our kind of love is not like others did.
All I know you loved me for just who I am, never complaining even I wore red and yellow clothing and looks so stupid, we’re always admire each  other.

Our kind of love song is not like other's songs.
Our song is the sound of your laugh and the sound of my breath.

Our kind of dream is not like other's dream.
We dreamed the same simple dream, dream that the time would stop this day.

Our kind of ending is also not like others.
We end up like this, just because it’s you and it’s me.