Left alone… lost… forgotten… Bitter tears of the dreamer that was young inspired him to paint The more he painted the less he cried The lightweight brush in dance with magic painter’s arm created beauty in his works
Feeling safe from cruel world that was so wrong He tried his best to recreate its own And after several lonely years one day he drew the gorgeous maid That made his painful tears melt away
It seemed to him that charming girl could see his soul She was a dream but the most believable of all He didn’t know where did she come from but knew that she won’t go away He fondly fell in love with a dream
So many years have passed but he still loved her…
Airily he talked to her because the girl could listen Sweetly he dreamed and in his dreams she answered him
Time does not wait Crawling through the years the man grew old He did not see anyone and insensibly dropped his paints And the cruel fate appeared
The light became so dark, and colors fade away He was sick he was afraid And then his eyesight was lost and darkness embraced the days He could not survive without her face