When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
And dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
The world will keep spinning, we wake up sleepy and go to sleep weary.
But, count your blessings, because they are there.
Take comfort in the smallest happiness, because they are there.
I guess things will always get worse, like how they get better.