As time is pouring from the bottle
Last drops of wine into my glass,
Let’s enter through the liquid puddle
I’m sure that there’s a place for us.
Among the clouds’ confusing patterns,
We’ll find the room to build a home
And live together- that’s what matters-
We’ll live together all alone!
And in the backyard, in our garden,
We’ll plant the stars and everyday,
Our dreams will grow with fervent ardor
And lap the mild Milky Way
We’ll live without a single worry
Enthralled in happiness and love
Let all the people read our story
While gazing at us from above
This dream to me has been so thrilling
That even now, I’m still amazed.
And water’s dripping from the ceiling
Into my glass and on my face.
[This message has been edited by Master (edited 12-08-1999).]