This night, when the sky will be veiled by darkness, which will
swallow
Earth, I'll come to you not in person but in a dream when I'm free
as a bird.
I'll come to see you, to please my heart regardless of the fact that
my heart doesn't matter to you anymore, because it loves you
like it did when it still believed in your love. This night, when the
world slips into peaceful sleep, when the stars come out to
replace the sun, I'll come to you to please my eyes, which still
yearn to see you. Put your arms around me, kiss me in your
dream, and deceive my heart again, as you did before. Kiss my
eyes to make them believe you're the one who you pretended to
be. The world without you is called loneliness, and loneliness is
soul pain, yearning for you. If just once I could visit you in a
dream, to awaken your sleeping heart, to rekindle the fire that
used to burn in it, I would be lonely no more.
