Why should the first line of a story
Be in harmony with the last?
If love was a song, I would rather
Not play the end if it doesn’t match

But the first second of that moment
Was like a prologue in a book
I was eager to explore the pages
With my mind and heart ready for surprises

It is a story of us, or just about me
With great mystery to explore
Confusions and words unknown to us
Set a certain hymns and feels inside

Then questions rushed like this:
What if I face my fears?
What if I venture out of nowhere?
Would you see me?

If I sail over the moon
Can I really find you?
But if the moon doesn’t glow
I will never see a glimpse of you

If I go beyond the mountains
Can I finally reach you?
But if mountains were higher than hopes
I would be forced to quit

If I walk through dark valleys
Can I prove myself to you?
But if I became frightened of possibilities
I would not move from here

If I swim through the clouds
Can you meet me in the air?
But if you are not sure to fly
I will just stay with the sky.

If I force myself to be a flower in the fields
Would you choose and pick me?
But if great flowers exist before me
I would rather stay as a grass.

I closed the book
I looked to the mirror and ask myself
Then I finally became brave to
Accept the fact, the truth

Finally understood that life is still fair
Even if you became a part of my reality
If at least I can see you, I am happy with it
Not expecting that you will see me

If that moment was just a story
Cloudless skies, I dance through it
I will cherish every colour of the rainbows
And I will paint it with wishes and smiles

If that moment was just for a day
Or a dream that can be erased by time
I will brave enough to write it
And keep it up to the end

If that moment was just a story
A story in a book, in a world of sunshine
I will read it again
And fall in love with it all over again