how we met each other.
I knew from the first contact
that we are different from the others.
You, so unusual and sweet,
with magic in words,
you left me dreams.
But dreams are afraid of
reality.
Afraid of the storm
and restlessness.
The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.
Everyone wants to dream,
fearing that reality may
destroy that moment of peace,
bringing pain and empty memories,
words that have gone with breeze.
Although you make your peace
with reality,
you still dream the same dream,
while the pain smolder in you.
Everything changes,
everything fades away with time,
but you still dream the same dream.
The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.
In the end, you realize
that everything is just a dream,
everything has its end.
And while the pain smolder in you
and everything fades slowly,
you still dream the same dream,
you still dream.
