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