I see her every night,
Always in my head,
Nothing was unsaid.
It felt so real,
As if I've got a cinema in me.
Sometimes even tears
come into play, out my eyes it came fleeing.
High mountains I can see,
Wind combing my hair I can feel.
Walking towards the shore of the glowing sea.
The rising, round sun was then conceal'd.
She helped me get through my nights,
She was as sweet as ice-cream,
Was also as bright as the ceiling lights.
Her name shall and always will be -- Dream.