never want to wake from the dream of you and me..
even if it turns out to be a nightmare..
it'll be a sweet and beautiful nightmare...
be it whatever happens..
at least you're with me..
for reality is cold and cruel..
streached out my hands..
but there's noone to hold..
opened my eyes only to see that you're not there..
the sun in my dream no longer shines..
the gentle breeze, so comfortable..
has now turned to cold winter wind..
freezing anything in it's way..
and i've woken up to the reality i've got to face..
that i'm once again alone in this vast world..
with people all around, but noone's here..
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