my nights are filled with dreams of the one called you
only you can make my heart stutter and flutter away
on nights like this, when the moon rises ~ I think of you
now that’s all I do. . . think and dream of you, alone
“When a flower withers away, just like it dreams of new blossom, you’ll live, meet, and love again...”
did I see you crying? Did I hear you call my name?
rushing to be by your side. . . everyone will disappear
everything will fade ~ but I think I was waiting for you
am I dreaming. . . or am I wide-awake? I still want to be. . .
my eyes are slowly closing. . . but I still want to be with you