When I’ll become somebody

From being nobody,

You will still be my all,

The one who never let me fall.


Even if there will more fame and name,

How I will feel towards you will still be the same.

Could ten and more years change them?

I would still wish to appear in front of you in a silver hem


Or it can be red, however we like,

Decades ago, we dealt with Cupid’s strike.

I will still ask the falling star for us to be permanently united.

The quiet right now will be replaced with conches and clarinet.

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