Can you still see your dreams
in the distant, starry sky?
Are they more vivid than they
were when you were little?
When one forgets to put the
emotions that overflow in her heart
to rest, they burn the color of passion.
Dreams are more fragile and fleeting
than a glass rose,
so then why are we destined to dream?
Sometimes two dreams can turn into love,
but there are also times when they can't.
Even when they're alone,
people want to share their feelings,
but it can be so hard.
Words are powerless to express one's feelings,
and sometimes they become a silver knife.
I used to believe without a doubt that
I could reach my dreams,
no matter how far off they were.
But that me from long ago now sleeps
inside my heart.
Can you still see your dreams
in the distant, starry sky?
Are they more vivid than they
were when you were little?
When one forgets to put the
emotions that overflow in her heart
to rest, they burn the color of passion.
Dreams are more fragile and fleeting
than a glass rose,
so then why are we destined to dream?
Sometimes two dreams can turn into love,
but there are also times when they can't.
Even when they're alone,
people want to share their feelings,
but it can be so hard.
Words are powerless to express one's feelings,
and sometimes they become a silver knife.
I used to believe without a doubt that
I could reach my dreams,
no matter how far off they were.
But that me from long ago now sleeps
inside my heart.
