I know a place in which I can dream no matter how hard it would be
It is enough to remember how it was in the years of high school [?]
I met her at a high school prom
Now i hardly remember her face
And daily I was passing by her street
she was living in a block at the 3rd floor
She was the first on everybody’s list
For her I was lost in the scenery/background
I always prayed to myself that she could be mine
And then I wouldn’t want something else
You’d expect for me to say that she was mine
That it’s even now, but It wasn’t like that
She left and we never saw each other again
I don’t even now how much time passed since then
But even now, if I pass by on her street
I throw a look at the third floor
And no matter how many appear in my path
I’m not going to forget the first high school prom