Happy End

[intro]

[verse]
My gown floats down, a cloudy grace,
No single stitch out of its place.
It wasn't bought, no search endured,
It simply formed, to be secured
From silk of stars and softest light,
A whispered wish made pure and bright.
It fits as though it knew my name,
A gentle, never-ending flame.

[chorus]
The air shines, trembles and hums,
As if no discord will ever come.
A perfect scene, so sweet and grand,
A fragile dream I hold in my hand.
But deep in my quiet, soft and low,
A tiny shy doubt begins to grow.
I see it so clear, the sky is so blue
It would be so good if it were true.

[verse]
The hall itself, it softly gleams,
No frantic rush, just tranquil dreams.
Lilies in vases, white and tall,
Dewdrops like jewels upon them fall.
A sunbeam dances, soft and deep,
While every weary shadow sleeps.
The world stands still, in hushed delight,
Bathed in an iridescent light.

[chorus]
The air shines, trembles and hums,
As if no discord will ever come.
A perfect scene, so sweet and grand,
A fragile dream I hold in my hand.
But deep in my quiet, soft and low,
A tiny shy doubt begins to grow.
I see it so clear, the sky is so blue
It would be so good if it were true.

[verse]
Kind faces, gaze is gentile, dear.
No ancient feuds, no bitter stir.
Each smile a blessing, pure and deep,
No hidden beat their hearts might keep.
He waits for me, my guiding star,
No trace of sadness, near or far.
His eyes, a promise, strong and true,
Our path together, fresh and new.

[chorus]
The air shines, trembles and hums,
As if no discord will ever come.
A perfect scene, so sweet and grand,
A fragile dream I hold in my hand.
But deep in my quiet, soft and low,
A tiny shy doubt begins to grow.
I see it so clear, the sky is so blue
It would be so good if it were true.

[outro]

[Bridge]
No tremor in his whispered vow,
No nervous furrow on his brow.
This perfect love, so crystal clear,
Dispelling every single fear.
But whispers soft, they start to chime:
"Is this a moment out of time?
A dream so vivid, bright, and bold,
A story yet too pure to hold?"

[verse]
I walk to him, heart hears the song,
Where everything feels pure and strong.
So flawless, bright, no hint of woe,
As if the sorrow ceased to flow.
And though I smile, and take his hand,
It feels like magic in this land...
A magic that might fade away,
With dusk of dawn of a brand new day.

[chorus]
The air shines, trembles and hums,
As if no discord will ever come.
A perfect scene, so sweet and grand,
A fragile dream I hold in my hand.
But deep in my quiet, soft and low,
A tiny shy doubt begins to grow.
I see it so clear, the sky is so blue
It would be so good if it were true.


June 14, 2026.