My long hair was matching the night, your dark eyes was was matching the shade,
I can't stop to watch you in that pair,
But yes, you can literally stop my breathe with one glare,
I remember that eyes in which I was drowning at that night,
Yes that night, where reality seemed illusion,
That reality was infornt of my eyes, still I can watch that millions of times,
Flashbacks of our magical story, the story which we write without knowing any words,
And the words you sing for me it made this story more musical.
It was something where magic, melody and memories happened, it was a place where mysteries happened,
It was the wonderland where love happens,
Maybe it was that night which cursed us into this fictional life,
Where reality seemed fictitious.
