• Dreams come and go,
    floating away on the flow-
    in the streams of crystallized water,
    where everything and anything doesn't mater,
    where every dream mix and float apart,
    where feelings swirl in circles inside a heart-
    floating along, fading away-

    What will become of me when I'm gone away?
    Will I fade away?
    Will I remain and turn into something else?
    Am I just a dream made up of other dreams?
    Floating in a river of dreams,
    never ending possibilities,
    not knowing what are the realities,
    floating in an endlessness,
    surrounded by pureness,
    sweet dreams-
    sparkling in the river of dreams.