Soft colors of the rainbow
Reflecting a painting on the stream
Are but like a shadow
In the corners of my dream.
Fresh scent of mountain breeze
Breathe in by waves’ kiss upon the shore
Filled the chamber of memories
Time will always remember.
Standing at the forked road of dream and memories
Create confusion on which path I should take.
Dream is worth a manifold chase,
But there’s a fragile glass of memories I should not break.
Now tucked in the empty room of confusion
I wait till you, my dream, will open the door
Save me from agony and detention
Free me from this delicate stupor.
Oh! My dream, send me now your blanket of fleece,
I'd rather be swallowed in your maze!