In my dream, I saw thee.
A wandering soul sitting beside me.
What can I do to help thee?
To make thy soul free.
Thy golden color hair,
Dancing gently in the air.
The sweet smell of sunflower,
That I can smell everywhere.
When I look through thy eyes,
I can see the blue sky.
A calm, cold expressions,
Contradicting thy emotions.
The sweet face of maiden,
That needs to be lighten.
As I stretch thine hand to reach thee,
I can feel that thou are far away from me.
Thitherward thou must fly,
In the world thou can find light.
Tragic memories is enough,
To be the reason for thee to be tough.
As I stretched thine hands towards thee,
Under the tree, where I can rest and sit,
The calm blue sky is the first thing I can see.
The blue sky that can foresaw everything,
Including what tomorrow can bring.
Under the tree, where I can rest and sit,
The cold air is blowing, I can feel it's breath.
Air is empty as it may seem and look,
But, feel it, it is meaningful as an old book.
Under the tree, where I can rest and sit,
Birds are singing in the melody where I fit.
Every single notes and sound are new,
Like mortals, when I look at their point of view.
Under the tr