that I love
the time may not be prime,
and I just want to ask her something
about a girl that I love, who brings her own colour, and her way
What if the words come undone and tell that we’re in different line?
What if the stories start to turn its way?
because sometimes i’m just not sure whether the stories unfold into us and let us fall our way
So, let me get into your world
We will take our journey to nowhere
just a place that we only know
on a silver moon
on a star
in our dreams
that we create