Where blossoms would smell as they are dipped in chocolate,
where you and I had enough space,
I would make a realm so beautiful,
it would look like happiness sculpted.
Where the trees do move from here and there
so that I could hug them whenever I want nature to love.
My clouds would pour happiness and joy,
where there would be nothing but you and I.
In my realm, there would prevail no lies,
just utterance of truth and never-ending fondness.