I'll come into your memories sometimes, I'll come into your dreams sometimes
I'll come into your memories sometimes, I'll come into your dreams sometimes
In the shade of your eyelids, I'll come and shine
I'm not that fragrance that would be lost in the wind
The wind is flowing too, but you're not here
The weather is colourful, it's saying a story
The more you are calling me, the more I am remembering
If I hadn't found you, what else would I look for?