When the sky is clear,
And the white moon is there,
When the breeze caressing your hair,
Just like in a fairy tale
You are my hero,
You save my day.
But when the tale ends,
When heroes go,
And left me alone,
I wonder then,
Why The End?
Everything that comes,
Today and tomorrow,
Will be written in the past,
For a new tomorrow,
For a new fairy tale.
However,
For the clear sky,
and the white moon there,
when the breeze caressing your hair,
Once upon a time, and tomorrow,
I need only you.
So I love you ♥
and I hope you love me too…
