As I pass by the park on my way home  illuminated by the shadow of the moon
                                             I see a swing swaying in the air like it's supposed to be, and I end up seeing my own future there, despite myself
                                             
                                             Leaving my foot prints on the sand which has absorbed the rain last night
                                             I feel like crying a little whenever I reassure myself that I do exist here
                                             
                                             Breaking free of the looping images
                                             You say only one thing in our last moment
                                             
                                             There aren't enough colors and scents in the world I created
                                             So I can't even paint tomorrow, even though it's so close within reach
                                             When your scent lured me and my eyes were captivated by the colors I've touched
                                             I realized that everything I was missing is right here
                                             
                                             Once I've touched the secret of the universe, I saw your dream bursting from there
                                             And you smiled at me, looking ever so triumphant with an I-told-you-so look in your eyes
                                             
                                             The April wind is blowing  carrying myself from March  to myself in May
                                             Rocking the swing, it passes through to the future
                                             
                                             If it's a world you've created, I will gladly go on a journey for you
                                             To search for the things unknown to us, the things we still lack, and the things invisible to us
                                             I'm going to walk as I trace the shadow of the moon  and I'm going to put the swing on the moon
                                             Swaying, rocking the night, I'm going to walk on with you