As I rub both of my eyes…
…and open my eyelids,
It remains, the afterimage of that night.
As the piece of memory sinks into the pillow,
I saw the dream of that summer night.
With my faded senses…
…still not returning,
Those hands of yours, I will hold them…
…until your warmth has spread on me.
It is a secret…
…that what I saw in that dream…
…on which I recalled…
…has made me happy.
It Is a secret…
…that what I saw in that dream…
…has become true…
…within your warm arms
In the dream that won’t end
As I rub both of my eyes…
…and open my eyelids,
Today, I saw the same dream again.
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