Scarlet Dream
Can you still see your dreams in the distant, starry sky?
Are they more vivid than they were when you were little?
When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart
To rest, they burn the color of passion
I used to believe without a doubt
That I could reach my dreams
No matter how far off they were
But that me from long ago now sleeps inside my heart
Dreams are more fragile
And fleeting than a glass rose
So then why are we destined to dream?
Sometimes two dreams can turn into love
But there are also times when they cannot
Even when they are alone
People want to share their feelings
But it can be so hard
Words are powerless to express one’s feelings
And sometimes they become a silver knife
Creating a pierced wound
That even time cannot heal
Because the past, present and future
They refuse to do so
So, now awakened from the scarlet dream
Here, now and then, awakened from the nightmare
Back to the wide-eyed and opened world
Which is no different from the scarlet slumber
