There was a dream, once stood upon my mind,
Like the lilies of the sparkling spring alight,
I saw your pretty face again and again in there,
For the memory was, well imprinted in mine,
They say I have lost my mind; it is no more,
Are all these memories forever lost?
In the end, what would I make of my mind?
Tears are falling like withered white flowers,
Do not say goodbye, do not say you will be mine,
Where once I saw beautiful light, I see darkness,
Where once was warm and love, love is no more,
In my broken mind, I gather them pieces alright,
At least you cannot say that I didn't try.