I don't like to meet girls under a hot sun
I prefer under a cold and full moon
I was walking when I saw you around
That's when I saw this love story has begun
We'll phone in summer
We'll love in winter
Then the spring will come
And this love will be gone
Let me cry and fall over you
Let me dream about you
We must believe we're soulmates
So why do I dream the same of you ?
There must be something we can do