The night comes,
Red sunset, orange clouds,
Bright lights are hanging from a black velvet curtain.

How can I enter your dreams,
A crescent moon,
Points to you.

Hoping to return to that June day,
That day that changed everything,
That day you took my heart and soul,

A sleepless night, impossible to forget,
Sorrowful days spent,
Looking for you.

Was our meeting the work of fate?
Was our meeting meant to be?
Or, was our meeting only but a lonely man's dream?



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