We start with the Crackling record of “Gloomy Sunday” Playing in the background The melody goes on slowly Bare feet moving carefully to the romantic sound 300 sextillion stars surround us Intangible moments, we feel And the intimacy becomes surreal The taps of raindrops mimicked our excited spirits We were two melted hearts dancing in the blazing candlelight With only a gust of wind from what seemed like 300 sextillion supernovas I danced alone forgetting the place we used to call home