Daydreamer

Have you ever heard a very beautiful song by Adele titled Daydreamer?
If it's a no, then check this out.

Yes, I really like this song!

Today, in this rainy day, I drove alone to my campus as usual really early in the morning, and was feeling like listening to Adele's songs.
And today, I fell deep in love into this song.

Talking about songs, I always love to listen carefully and understand the lyrics. Here are the lyrics of the song:

Daydreamer
Sitting on the sea
Soaking up the sun
He is a real lover
Of making up the past
And feeling up his girl
Like he's never felt her figure before

A jaw dropper
Looks good when he walks
Is the subject of their talk
He would be hard to chase
But good to catch
And he could change the world
With his hands behind his back, oh

You can find him sittin' on your doorstep
Waiting for a surprise
And he will feel like he's been there for hours
And you can tell that he'll be there for life

Daydreamer
With eyes that make you melt
He lends his coat for shelter
Plus he's there for you
When he shouldn't be
But he stays all the same
Waits for you
Then sees you through

There's no way I
Could describe him
What I'll say is
Just what I'm hoping for

But I will find him sittin' on my doorstep
Waiting for a surprise
And he will feel like he's been there for hours
And I can tell that he'll be there for life
And I can tell that he'll be there for life

After listening to this song (several times in my car. Yes, I do repeat song I love), I remember my childhood.

I used to daydreaming a lot. Yes I did.

Maybe while I was 3 until 5 years old.

I was feeling so comfy daydreaming in hours on my bed.

I think it was some kind of hobby or refreshment for me.

I remember I used to spare special certain time to do daydreaming.

I loved to imagine things I want.

I visioned things or activity I desired to do with people I wanted with at the place I wanted it happened.

Does it sound weird? For me it doesn't.

Now I seldom or never do such daydreaming anymore.

Don't know if I'm too busy or worse, I've lost my dream.

A child is a pure soul with no dirt.

A child does thing they feel it's right

A child can't separate wrong or right, because nothing is.

If only life is like a child's soul, there will be no right or wrong.

There will be no limit.

There will be no gap.

Because everything single thing is equal.

Nor good or bad, nor rich or poor, nor man or woman, nor you and me.

Dream high.

Dream to love.

Dare to dream.

Dare to love.

Liz