A few words in your hands
One goes, the other, do not go
I am scattered tired maybe broken
Nevertheless do not know this
Tonight silently i reached for the sea from my room
While the waves were running, decaying to the shore I was there
You reap what you sow in the soil of love
You are the dream I rejoin every night in my room
These tears won't stop even though the time passes, even though the friends come
Even though all of them are poured
After me, which appears in front of me
Which laid in my way with hope
If the accounts return to the beginning eventually
The dreams would call, you would go again even if you are tired
You reap what you sow in the soil of love
You are the dream I rejoin every night in my room
These tears won't stop even though the time passes, even though the friends come
Even though all of them are poured (x3)