Who would have thought? I have come to regard a bright dream As the culmination of my life. Your hands, your lips... Yo! Fleeting though it is, A dream is no more fleeting Than what we call reality, But it is at least satisfying while it lasts.
Who would have thought? I have come to regard a bright dream As the culmination of my life. Your hands, your lips... Yo! Fleeting though it is, A dream is no more fleeting Than what we call reality, But it is at least satisfying while it lasts.