By the time you’ll read these lines I’ll be gone, like the novel Dear John. I know that I will love you more than I should, so why you did not try to find the answer, why you didn’t try to simplify? It’s a little bit of runaway, I still believe in yesterday and I really don’t care of what they say. Why you don’t care about my good sense? I don’t care about those silly songs, or the covers of the magazines, when they say I’m such a pretty guy. I really don’t care about yesterday… It’s a little bit of runaway, I still believe in what they say, I really don’t care of yesterday – I will say to myself – what a wonderful world. What a wonderful love.