Dream, my Love, dream life, let the night not scare you anymore, we survived harder days before, we survived more difficult years.
I could only give as much as life itself was offering when I still had enough strength to struggle against all odds, to straighten each of the roads, although there were hundreds of twists, but it was easier to keep walking because fate was often helping us along, and our parents' warm encouraging voice: that we'll succeed despite the storms, though maybe with a field flower instead of a rose.