!ozOtJW9BFA No.10750427 ViewReplyOriginalReport
I woke up from a pure white dream and realised.
If I drifted as giving myself
among the waves without annoying anything,
I could be what I dream.

If I could be a calm sea,
without being hurt nor hurting,
soon I'd tell you 'I love you.'

As I could not even make out my feelings I should tell you,
I have cried in my room.
Good-bye, such myself.

If I could be a warm sea, that does not change like flying birds,
any time I could see you, you know

All the distant way, thanks for the light.
I have squatted down miserably.
Good-bye, such past.