Maybe something will come of us after all,
who knows if it was all in vain,
maybe something will develop after all,
who knows if we will meet again.
The kiss was momentary, short and sweet,
not a kiss to last forever,
the kiss was transitory, short and sweet,
just a kiss for whomsoever.
Just a touch of feeling was imparted,
just a little, not too much,
just a touch of liking was imparted,
just a soupçon of love as such.
Maybe something will come of us after all,
who knows,
it is never too late,
maybe something will blossom out after all,
who knows,
who can anticipate?