There is nothing left to dream of
All I had now finally went off
Down the drain of this lonely earth
Amidst the teardrops my eyes had to lose.

If there is nothing left to dream of
How could repose be that comforting?
Can the sun and stars still dare believe?
That anyone can do it by just believing.

Still, there’s something left to dream of
Though this tiny universe cannot provide
For the love of human heart is strong
Conquering the lonely people in a throng.