Do you mind, if we will go to a place?
Holding my hands and watching performers
You're my museum, theatre, and lover
That can lessens my sadness, my solace
I have learned and felt dramas from your face
Deep breath, like I'm waiting for an answer
Is this real or I am just a dreamer
You play instruments that makes me amazed
Somehow, our stories was just like a myth
Though it's a myth, for me it's everything
Thinking it's real but it doesn't exist
A scene that starts from a sad beginning
Hard to move on, remembering our seat
He's blind to see her, now she's tired hiding
