Sometimes, I dream it might happen,

By the river's shore on a full-moon night
You arrive, just as I dream it to be.


A gathering of angels whispers your name,

and you appear,
as I wish it to be.


I wish for the cold breeze,

Passing your home,
stealing your fragrance,

Carrying it to mine, just as I long it to be.

I wish for this—the clouds pour so much,
That your heart longs for me, just as mine for you.
Your heart aches to see me,
like mine aches for you.
As I wish it to be, sometimes.