You sit where the flowers bloom,
where the bright sun shines over.
The place where Magellanic clouds meet,
and the misty wind diffuses into
Down the hill, you take the forsaken road,
and the journey of your memories begin.
Throwing away the old delicious burdens,
in a hope to find the enchanted sunbeams akin.
While walking you see all these faces smiling,
but only capture the ones vibrant.
Million and million of beauties around,
yet you choose the one evident.
Unparalleled is what we desire,
but there is one thing to remember my friend.
Oblivious is the one who ignores,
the beauty concealed within.