I'm dreaming a dream from long ago.
The same days over and over again.
Within this endless dream, I wished for a morning that wouldn't come.
It's red...
and white..
and cold...
and warm...
and sad...
and happy...
and...
and the same days are repeated.
I knew from a long time ago, from years ago.
Wandering in this dream...
Wishing for a dawn that wouldn't come...
I'm always in the same spot.
A ruckus with no voices, and a faceless person walks before me.
No one cares about just one little child.
I'm waiting for a person.
A person I know who won't come.
Someone I know I won't meet again.
For years and years
Within this repeating dream, I was always waiting
for a dawn that won't come...