Ou mieux, je vous dis une:
It was a dark night of december, a really cold one. I was walking alone by the riverside feeling the rain in my face, and the music in my bones, when I saw you more beautiful than ever, dancing to the music of the stars.
I still remember how you came to me and kissed me by surprise, before you even knew me, deary.
And how you flew back home afterwards and lighted my path to glory.
So we just kept walking and walking, walking westward.
We dreamt about the future and embraced our pasts,
We told eachother stories that made the clouds cry.
We kept walking and walking, always westward.
But the world was waking up, and even if I tried, I was unable to keep pace.
So you left.
Suddenly I found myself alone in the daylight, and I started to cry.
One night was not enough.
We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world
We just had to keep walking
At least for two more weeks,
Two weeks.