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Can you still see your dreams in the distant, Starry sky?
Are they more vivid then they were when you were little?

When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart
To rest, They burn the colours of passion.

I used to belive without a doubt that I could reach my dreams,
No matter how far off they were.
But that me from long long ago now sleeps inside my heart.

Dreams are more fragile and fleeting than a glass rose,
So then why are we destined to dream?

Sometimes to dreams can turn into love,
But there are also times when they can't.

Even when they're alone, People want to share their feelings, But it can be so hard.
Words are powerless to express one's feelings, and sometimes they become a silver knife.

Even when they're alone, People want to share their feelings, But it can be so hard.
Words are powerless to express one's feelings, and sometimes they become a silver knife.

I used to belive without a doubt that I could reach my dreams,
No matter how far off they were.
But that me from long long ago now sleeps inside my heart.