In a lost dream, where we met
without names nor faces to remember
Upon the sky of the bleak November,
He once sang a string of woe;
dedicated to the sisters and brothers lost
In the letters of life and death

In a lost dream,
he once incinerated hope
And in a lost dream,
he burnt all the upside-down
lifelong scripts
Of terrors and fears commanded him,
of humble requests and humble oppression
To demolish the dreamland he has built
upon broken wishes and poisoned passion

“I will be here,”
Refused he
“In a lost dream where I used to dance.”