The world ages in a solstice, the dreams of a million eyes,
Lie like blades of grass, while the two of us sit at the edge,
Watching an endless sunset and kissing mortality,
And all that remains is an evening burned away in bliss.

Disease is narrowing the definition of life,
Happiness is so sweet that you can drink it.

I'm not sure about what I want to tell you now that I have you,
I'm not sure if you existed in my head or are a dream come from within.

The sounds of you breathing remind me of my head and I hope,
That all this is real.