Sometimes my sleep is dreamless
sometimes it is not
but I can't tell the difference
for from sleep, tiredness is all I got

Yet in my tiring slumber
dreaming is what I like most
when I dream, I dream of my summer
summer with you is as lovely as a rose

I know that I must put these dreams aside
For heartbreaks, it will only provide
but it doesn't matter for in waking or sleeping,
it is you I see, only you I see.