We will
Fly back to love
A planet we belong to
If that will be enough

We will
Build a castle there
Make enough room for us
The way you would prefer

Those times
The beauty in your eyes
Cut through my soul
And gave me butterflies

Yes those times
We danced through the fire
The society set up
But we did not retire

So come
Put your palm in mine,
As we walk through the fields
That we built with time.