Dream,
is a light,
given to each person alone;
the memories of life,
exist only in this moment.
I thought,
from boyhood into youth,
the dream remained,
unchanged by time.
I wished,
when I alone held the fate of the world,
I knew the passing years,
but not the future;
the world was in my hands alone,
and must not slip away lightly!
What was life?
I knew not how many years had passed.
Mountains, rivers, and streams—
youth stayed unchanged.
With only this heart,
and one person by my side,
I would not let my best years go to waste;
that was all.
Dreams are the seeds of idealism,
the voice within every heart.
As night fell,
the years grew mottled;
I savored only the present,
and thought not of another life.
I only wished
to follow my heart,
and leave reality behind,
living within a fairy tale
belonging only
to myself.