A dream wanders within a dream
Like flowing streams
We used to play hard
But I can't stop staring to the past
And dreams are no more
Screaming congregations of my silence
Why must my world turn me more
Why do I need it anymore
Screaming congregations of my silence
Why must my world turn me more
Why do I need it anymore
Screaming congregations of my silence
My body is wishing to be free
My heart and hopes are soaring
One day, you know, I had a dream
From inside
Screaming congregations of my silence
Why must my world turn me more
One day, you know, I had a dream
A lush color of white bloom
By my fire
From inside
And You.