You were dreaming of me,
at least I supposed so...

And I love the moments when I think of you
for there are no moments that feels as true...

I hope those pieces you stole from me
can fill the gaps of your soul...

If not about the ruins
that linger at the surface...

From the recurring sun
that shuns my distress...

If I could be an arrogant wave
to wash your face off my way...

I dosed myself with restlessness.
Flapping into midnights...

...but I was never a dreamer
until you puffed into me...

I'm fading into a color that holds no symbol,
when You-a figurative artist look for signs...

Were you near rebirth?
To dive in pure water...

I'm sleeping for this chance
though I am afraid of...

There rose a sun,
but I'm doomed...