Each time I wake up in your arms
I am a different person
My troubles far away from me
The nightmares never dare to touch my eyes
The city sleeps along with us in the one-room bed
The fluorescent advertisement of the avenue street dances on our naked bodies
I wake up at midnight often and stare at you for hours
As something precious has happened to me
Like those highway stories
I wrote while traveling with you
Mixed with the smell of the dust, the wildflowers, the just blossomed cherries
And you, my scent of a woman.