Tonight the streets are ours

you, underneath the underground world to me
Without the stars nor the moon
We have walked on Paris Pan Java pedestrian streets.
Under the glimpse of street lamp and a car which passed by
We have stood to face each others,
Talked not only about us, but about  they and amost new things for me
Then you have drove back to my world
Suddenly, I  have woke up in the midnight, was it just a dream?
You have tweeted:
Tonight the streets are ours