'When we've got to London, it was raining there, so we came back...'
I cuddled you so tight, not letting you to leave again.
But the car still drove away, far from my sight.
There was a pain in my heart, and I woke up.
Looking at the empty room, I couldn't stop the tears.
In the past year, the longest we separated from each other was three weeks.
Three weeks were long enough to make me depressed.
Though you will come back again after one week,
But when the term starts again, we can only see once a month, plus holidays.
I know that France is not far from England, it is far enough for me to touch you.
I can't live without you.
I'm depressed when you are not in my sight, in my touch;
I miss you smile and smell, so gentle and soft.
'bebe, bebe...' I miss you call me so.
I miss the days when we looking after each other and taking care of one another.
'If all the suffering and pains I have had, all the tough times I have gone through,
are meant to be with you, I would choose to go through them all over again.'