I've found myself in a state of mind That does not usually normal I'm silly Looking like a passionate person But.. Except for one Sometimes I think being on another planet Where loves are concealed by nostalgia And the smiles exchanged by sarcasm In this world outside of reality Dreams are allowed And often performed As a cloud drawn Eventually becomes his fixation? Sometimes I think being on another planet Where loves are concealed by nostalgia And the smiles exchanged by sarcasm What do we do in this world To keep love alive That haunts us In all others?