The door creaks open. He peeks in. His eyes are wandering, searching so hard, so helplessly.

Open my eyes in the morning and I see the sunshine
Rubbing my eyes because of the sunlight
Showertime, to shake off the sleep

He smiles. Finally.

He closes his eyes unconsciously as he listens to the soothing, sweet and soft voice again. It's been a week since the first time he listened to the sweet voice. And he falls in love with the voice in seconds. The voice keeps wandering in his head. He can't get enough of it. He needs more. It's addictive for him. Like a drug. Please more sweet voice. From the certain person. Not from the others.

His grip on the door knob tightens as the singer reach his favorite part.

My face fills full of laughter (and)
My mind fills full of love (so)
No worries on my mind (only a few times)
When a tear flows, I cry and begone with it (and)
When I'm sick, laugh and (so) be happy