When the elevator rests on the seventh floor,
You'll slide through the door, a moonbeam,
And in an instant, a dream will come true,
A fleeting moment, a celestial glimpse.
My eyes will meet yours,
In a cosmic encounter, unveiled,
My smile will mirror yours,
In a dance of light, a play of darkness.
Our souls will dance in harmony,
In the elevator's silence, our symphony,
We'll forget the world, in a deep embrace,
In a fleeting moment, in a fruitful instant.
Our words will be like dew pearls,
In a sea of possibilities, a sweet shortcut,
We unravel the mystery, in a single caress.
And thus, in the mysterious elevator,
Where destinies intertwine, with ardor,
We uncover secrets, in a fleeting encounter,
Mystery, mystery, in a single gaze, in a single beat.