the story begins...

When the makciks and mak neneks fly to the moon.

I walked into the restaurant,

I was welcomed in a language so foreign to me.

I felt like a foreign object!

I felt like, as though aliens were talking to me on the moon, in an unfamiliar language.

I looked around and reconfirmed that I was on Earth.

I sat and read the menu, I understood and reconfirmed again that I was on Earth. (x2)

A lady came along, and she took my order.

I spoke in earth language she replied in the alien language!

Seriously which part of the planet is she from?

And now comes the part where I should blame myself for not taking a third language in school?

Okay, I repeat myself again, I reconfirmed I was on Earth that day!! (x3)

Born & breed here, now why should I be the one feeling like a foreigner?

Dear world, please fly me to the moon.