In a deep sleep, I’m seeing a dream of my childhood days, A dream so pleasant I feel it’d be a shame to wake from.
I want to keep sleeping, so don’t wake me up. Nobody say a word, I beg of you… But when my eyelids open, it instantly becomes a memory devoid of color.
Do people really need proper reasons and words to fall in love with someone? No matter what form it takes, I long for it, and I’m not finding it here either.
Shadows extend, seeking my old, crying self, But all that’s waiting there is blackness; no reflection to be made.
If I seal my lips, I can manage not to hurt anyone; If it means you’ll praise me, I’ll stay like this forever.
Where on Earth should I head, With no map, no destination? The setting sun disappears without a sound, following intertwined shadows.
Even that first step, which people take so easily, felt heavy upon me, As if my legs were dead weight and all I could do was drag them along.
Should a proper path to falling in love with someone be defended? No matter what form it takes, I long for it, but it’s not here either.
So give me a dream that’s 1 second, 2 seconds; as long as it can possibly be. Let me keep sleeping, where this beautiful memory is still shining bright.