PROLOGUE

I can still see it all~
In my mind~
All of you, all of me~
Interwined~
I once believed~
Love would be~
Black and white~
But, It's golden~
Golden~

And, I can still see it all~
In my head~
Back and forth~
From New York~
Singing in your bed~
I once believed~
Love would be~
Burning red~
But, It's golden~

GOLDEN~ 👑🌟💫💛✨