To the guy who told me the story about Puffin bird.
Hand me a square of Aurora Borealis on Thursday. It's greenish and I love it.
And have had breakfast on Alaska.
You were once my Unicorn, take me to the fairytale.
And we both agree that holiday in Europe is not a cool plan.
We are craving something cooler, something celestial.
Little did I know, I adore you, hey Mr. Worldwide.
Still, I remember how you repeat the story of Sakura blooming and how you love it so much.
And the smell of the ocean in southern France.
We dont need the world, we own the universe.