when we back to normal

 

Sometimes, we thought we’ve catched

something really unusual and irreplaceble.

But finally, we sadly found

it’s only the shadow of somethin’ else

we’ve already seen before.

 

I call it art,  you call it love.

I call it magic,  tears and laugh

 

 

You don’t need a hundred years to get rid of the blues,

as I don’t need a moment to say Fin.

Disappear over the horizon,

as peacefully as the yellow moon.