Is it Happiness?

When you desperately try to make other people happy and forget about your own Happiness.

It's a promise, dear.
I'll always listen to every song you write, every story you tell.

No matter how far we're separated.

It's a promise, that I'll always listen to you.
A promise from your 'no one'.

How can I make a new start with you when you still looking at your past.
How can I walk beside you when you don't even hold my trembling hand.
How can I break the wall when you don't even show me that you want to set me free.