Dream on the train in a sunny morning

When hope and dream cross,

the world was turning non-stop.

Regrets, just like surprises,

they were never late.

Yet you came to soften my sickened heart.

 

Before hope found its way,

dream anxiously waited.

After all night long, they didn't dare to share a dance.

But if hope stays, in case hope stays...

 

 

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