Days pass, nights pass.
In the silence of the night, where shadows dance,
I find solace in dreams that grow ever stronger.
I wander this world as a prisoner of hope,
And with every dream, my heart finds a home.
I'll make myself a cup of tea and lie down—I won't get up; why should I?
For I, a captive of dreams, need nothing but a dream
in which I believe with all my heart.
Perhaps someday—or even right now—it may come true;
but most likely, I will continue to dream...