When we were 19

‘Cause I sometimes think that when we are already old,

you will still slide your finger from my forehead down to my nose

and maybe when we are already old,

you will still love me the way you loved me when we were 19.

I wonder how God formed the stars to lead me to you

Or how He formed this so-called love to fit your hands to mine

for the second time.

This thing inside my chest has come to life again,

beats for a thousand of times in hearing your voice,

just like the first time when we were 19

and when my head feels the comfort of your warm shoulder.

I wonder how God answered my prayers

Or how He took the pain and replace with it with your loving hands

for the second time.

‘Cause I always think of growing old with you

under the comforting stars of the best nights like we’re always dreaming of.

And maybe when we are already old,

your wrinkled hand will still hold my wrinkled hand, too.

Just like the first time you held it when we were 19.