Nothing seems to me like that dream I had that night,
With wings of hope and bliss,
Like nothing I have ever seen,
I wish that life would have that purity in its wings,
Letting me fly high, just as that dream I had,
A dream of you and I,
Nothing falling, but nightmares and longing,
A dream I had of you,
Coming through my memories in times of doom,
When you think of me,
Do you remember that dream?
And if you do, will you come to me soon?
When you miss someone, death or alive, the good memories always gets us through the night.