It’s A Dream... Or Not? [Tongan translation]

Since that gray, sad and rainy evening

No one can hear the noise of a perpetual night,

Even the sigh becomes a cold silence

And the shadows are transformed into tangible bodies.

The echoes return as strong winds

Which beat and knock everywhere.

The brown leaves revive a distant past

And one tear appeases that undeniable feeling.

A free spirit is enclosed in a dirty body,

A wise soul proclaims nonsenses/gibberish.

A culprit is taken as an innocent,

A corrupt saint intones ugliest beauty.

The darkness rules the shady nights,

The light governs the sunny days.

Is it a gloomy dream or a sweet nightmare?

Is it a tragic reality or an exciting hallucination?

Am I awake or asleep?

But then, I opened my eyes and said: Am I alive?