When I start a word, not just a word
The whole world is coming with, so you heard
Maybe yes, maybe not
Will it be, it won¥t be
Too good to be true
When you say it¥s true, I believe it¥s true
We are going through, still don¥t have a clue
Is it nice? So nice
Lots of cries in my eyes
Too good to be true
A shining and trembling dragonfly
Wildberries wait to be sanctified
Behold, behold
Our love has been grown
Stories are written, heard and told
Between the paragraph, we are on the float
Is it nice? So nice
Lots of cries in my eyes
Too good to be true
Jumping with joy, a singing hare
Sassafras smelling in the air
Behold, behold
Our love has been grown
And so on, our travel goes on
The destination, we¥ve never known
Maybe yes, maybe not
Will it be, it won¥t be
Too good to be true
Too good to be true