All the time in my reveries,
I envision our dream home.
With the clock ticking every second
It is erected brick by brick;
With the houses opening their
Window panes to the warmth of sunshine,
With the decorated walls that allure,
It is a hailing abode.

The flowers in the front yard are
Waiting for you, dear sunshine, to bloom;
The stagnant puddles gush out as you hail;
The winds await your scent
To rekindle their savour.
The euphoric aura here is
Longing to roll out the red carpet for you!

Faintly or blindly, but
I'll be waiting for you,
Cause I know or I just hope
Day one or one day you'll hit this scene
And make this place a paradise!