I wish it were you
Together they’d watch the sunlight slowly spill into the room, then retreat again—his voice keeping her company through those grey, hopeless days.
“Sing that one… Don’t You Worry, okay?” she asked, humming a few bars of the intro—it was a tune she’d heard many times before.
Once she finished humming, Jackson softly began to sing beside her ear:
“You, yeah, don’t you worry ‘bout a thing,
Let’s sing a song together.
All your painful memories, you…
Bury them deep within your heart.
What’s past is past,
It had its meaning.
Sing a song for those who left,
Bab Populer