Dear Wendy, I still believe the promises We swore upon when we were magic. This came to me as in a dream: My heart was in your hands. Wendy, do you believe in promises? The problem is the boy became a man. Wendy - mother, child, lover - everything You meant to me lives on in memory; To think of how we broke each other's hearts Is more than I can stand. Wendy, were we in love eternally Or were we just in never-never land? Sometimes the boy denies the man, Sometimes the boy defies the man, Flying in the shade of Peter Pan... Oh, Wendy, maybe you still remember this: A touch, a kiss that lasts forever... But time and tide rush in conspiracy: All love is damned. Wendy, I still believe the promise is The boy's alive, The boy is in the man.