Lyric

Bonjour, mon amour — morning light paints the windowpane

The “Le Ciel” sign sways so gently in the breeze

You’re wearing that apron, baking fresh scones again

The sweet scent of butter melts into my book of poetry

Coffee in my hand, I read you a line or two

Shakespeare’s words, all dedicated just for you

Every time you smile and say “Je t’aime,”

Little Sarang comes running, jumping into my arms

This scenery feels like something from a dream

But right now it’s warm and real, or so it seems

Le Ciel, Le Ciel — our very own sky

A little café where white flowers bloom eternally

Je t’aime, I love you, 愛してる

The three of us — Sarang, you, and me — forever here

In this Paris café, your scones fresh from the oven

My coffee tastes sweeter with your smile, my love

Le Ciel, mon ciel — even if it’s just a dream

I wish this morning would last forever…

Sarang calls me “Papa!” with her bright French accent

You answer “Maman!” softly in your gentle Korean

We sit together at the table, painting our future bright

“Let’s come back to Paris again,” you whisper with a smile

Even if it’s just a dream

I’ll stay right here with you, forever it would seem

In reality, I can no longer hold your hand

But in this dream, I can wrap you in my arms again

Sarang’s laughter binds the three of us as one

White petals dance and float into the sun

Le Ciel, Le Ciel — our very own sky

A little café where white flowers bloom eternally

Je t’aime pour toujours, I love you forever

The three of us — Sarang, you, and me — forever here

In this Paris café, your scones fresh from the oven

My coffee tastes sweeter with your smile, my love

Le Ciel, mon ciel — even if it’s just a dream

I wish this morning would last…

Forever and ever…

…Bonjour, mon amour

Le Ciel…

I’ll see you again in the dream

愛してるよ, Yin…

I’ll love you forever