Hundreds of sleeping memories arose,
In a blink of an eye;
With the rays of the morning sun
Hundreds of them die,

The buzz of the honey bee,
The aroma of spring,
A snooze and a dream about you
A drive through the rice fields;
Just the thought about you,
And the red sun goes down
Another day is over,

The night intrudes, dreams shriek
“Don’t let us die”,
But life is not death nor death the end;
Just as dreams are there
So will dreamers be,
In a flash of lightening
My dream is complete.