Can you blame me when I said that "I really love dreaming"
In my reverie I can count the stars and to me they are glittering
I can kiss the clouds and they hug me there
But what have you brought me reality? Nothing but air

But to be fair reality its true that sometimes you gave me gay
Sometimes the wind hear my laughters, at times both of us play
But most reality, most of the time you gave me agony and pain
To your puzzle who's gonna turn not to be insane