『for my lady』 our life 02

I have a future memory of a city on a chilly winter morning from the highest floor I wake up next to you in a warm bed warm sun floods in, there is nothing better to do than bundle up in dandelion and pastel grab the keys off the hook joke down to the lobby out into a city where the tall buildings are mirrors of our life together green ornaments the concrete decorated by the pitter-patter of a…