So, we are in the middle of that season
Where you plague my dreams
Where you are a stranger, an acquaintance, a friend and a lover
When I wake up thinking a lot about you
I always wonder
Do I stumble upon your dreams as often?
Is it a burden?
Does it leave you puzzled?
I always get nostalgic
Well, dreams only accentuate my nostalgia
Yesterday we were doing parkour (silly right?)
Today I was in a theater with you, holding your hand
I will always have my dreams to visit you
To see and touch you
Will still love you as much as real life
Because in reality that life is a just a dream now
