Am I really that unknowing?

The sun rises every single day,
With her bright light, she makes the darkness go away.
Every little thing comes back alive,
Eyes wide open and she revives.

Oh, oh,
If only your love could be as eternal as the wonder I daydreamed about,
I would be in heaven, there's no single doubt.
But all of this is so unlikely to ever come true,
Like a daydream of me and you.
It would be comparable with white snow in April,
And the fact that you would love me still.
But there's never snow in April,
And there will never ever be.
So why am I still hoping that it would,one day,
Be absolutely great between you and me.