I saw that it was all a dream,
when I woke up in the morning,
everything was silent,
our bed was empty.
The sun was peeping out its rays,
like a whisper so soft,
and in the air floated the echoes
of a love that time knows not.
I knew that love is a dream,
a mirror that shatters,
but the echo of your embrace
in my memory is in my memory.
Every morning when I wake up,
though the bed be empty,
I'll keep searching for the mystery,
living the dream of your company.
