paper boats are sailing on the water stream
Tea with you, am i dreaming or is it true?
Walk by the moonlight at 3,
you were there to hold me through.
The brick lanes, the dizzy steps and the salty smell,
and the light that shone on your face.
You, my loveliness! are you true?
As everything seems so new.
So I wonder, how you in this lovely night
would react if I ask, you to be mine.
Will you laugh and say goodnight or
would you smile and hug me tight.
