I am singing along these lights,
and they are a little tipsy.
It doesn’t feel like the day is almost over,
the party is just beginning.
These nights are young, and eternal they’ll always be.
I look at my reflection in this fountain,
and I haven’t seen myself ever so happy.
My smile is saying something, you can’t hear it,
but you can only see.
This water touching my lips,
keeping it company.
And I am suddenly not feeling this cold;
the warmth of this water is strong in the flow.
I set fire to this spout,
and I can feel the sparks grow.