She calls herself Anak Ahmad
Right next to her white,snowy face
It all had happened in that room where
she accidentally drops the pile of year books,
I can't remember how it started
And if it lasted that day in school.

We said that we were going to study hard,
We held our books instead of hands,
Then one day she layed on my shoulder
I can't deny I was so confused

It's just another story caught up
In another memory in my head
And it seems like another person lived that life A great many years ago from now,

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.
When I look back on my ordinary ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.