Two people meet in a yellow wood,
It was unplanned and good
They clicked off at first glance
It was miracle by chance
They've got the pixie dust
They sprinkle it all around
Fly and they fly high
Up they reach the stars
Winds blew, turmoil came
It was a storm, it was a rage
She fluttered he flickered
They hold hands and stayed apart
They didn't made the decision
They thought they would regret
It was a end and a beginning.
It was you and me.
Anny :)
