As the sun goes down
I hear the sound
Of breezes rustling through the cherry trees.
Calm blue of dusk
White-grey of shadowed blossoms
Pale pink of horizon.
A perfect night for lovers
A perfect night for dreamers
For those who long for what lies past the stars
For those who think wistfully of the dangerous depths of the sea.

I am a dreamer
No need for love or light or happiness
No need for that which I create in my mind
This quiet night is mine
The one I made in my head.
Does it seems real to you?
If so, know how real it is for me
And understand why I want nothing more
Than my dreams.