I've found myself in a state of mind
That does not usually normal
I'm silly
Looking like a passionate person
But.. Except for one

Sometimes I think being on another planet
Where loves are concealed by nostalgia
And the smiles exchanged by sarcasm

In this world outside of reality
Dreams are allowed
And often performed
As a cloud drawn
Eventually becomes his fixation?

Sometimes I think being on another planet
Where loves are concealed by nostalgia
And the smiles exchanged by sarcasm

What do we do in this world
To keep love alive
That haunts us
In all others?