I can not find my lost dream in dreaming too I can not find my way and I lost in the mist I can vaguely remember his face in the mirror Unknown his figure is only answer my curiosity I will hold it before it fades away I will hold memories about him for me to remind When his image is clear in the mirror Then I will sing my song again His figure that I saw all the time My mind that I will keep forever These will spread out in the Garden of Feast Also, at End of the Universe I hope he will be deep in love with me forever