The life’s fiction
There’s a valley somewhere
Where the only sense of love’s eternally to feel
You properly would stay there for a couple of lifetimes
And you could view the senses of love there
Because it’s just so real
Beautiful how you can hear the gently sounds of the animals
And the chill flowing streams
Looking how it ends up, wild
And making then such of amazing kind of Steams
A place where everyone wants to live
and butterflies resting on the daisies, so sweet
Is it all still a deceiving dream, a kind of fiction
Because for that, it’s you I need