On the street, in my dream
There you were, beside a tree
I was just walking by
With a dog and a cat
There were words
That almost slipped out of my lips
Now they are floating in the air
And here they come
On that lovely field
We are taking tens of pictures for ages
And your curly hair looks so sparkly
When you dance with me
Do you remember how that running squirrel
Along the road
Ate in your palm
To the end of the world
We found the shiest lake
In a flush of pink