A white cat, a warm midday dream
A retro scarf from a vintage shop
For the couples who are in love
The bittersweet scent of pomegranate tea

Everything of a Sunday

The stormy ocean on the quest to find a treasure island
The yellow brick road, the adventure of the Emerald City
(It’s Tuesday’s bliss)
Searching for the lost star and jump into the sea
(It’s Friday’s bliss)
All the tears and all the laughter
Everything

All the scars inside the cloudy tears
You need to ride the opposing wind to fly high
It’s the bittersweet paradox of life
You need to face your fears to get rid of them

Not a single act is pointless
In order to prepare for this moment
In order for it to be clear
If I quietly open my heart,
There are puzzle pieces
If I put those together with you
It becomes a map of heaven

If the doors to my heart open
A bluebird sticks out its head
And a single blue feather
Flies over to you
If the doors to my heart
Open endlessly
That place is…