Once upon a time, I heard a story from my mother
There was me in it as a dream, you as a flower
I use to fly here and there, maybe a wanderer
You were standing and waiting for longing hours
Glitters of gold and silver rains whenever you take your flight
Making your way, leaving your marks.
I followed you and traced you out.
At the end of the tunnel I saw some light.
Behind me was a forest
And in front, the garden
Where you reside
Flapper more, tapping on your door
Enchanting with your fragrance
Is the garden of bloom
Unknowing I will be trapped
In the web of the spider
You came and rescued me out
You healed me and helped me out
Your care and carried me out
I still smell you, in and out
There was me in it as a dream, you as a flower
I use to fly here and there, maybe a wanderer
You were standing and waiting for longing hours
Glitters of gold and silver rains whenever you take your flight
Making your way, leaving your marks.
I followed you and traced you out.
At the end of the tunnel I saw some light.
Behind me was a forest
And in front, the garden
Where you reside
Flapper more, tapping on your door
Enchanting with your fragrance
Is the garden of bloom
Unknowing I will be trapped
In the web of the spider
You came and rescued me out
You healed me and helped me out
Your care and carried me out
I still smell you, in and out
