The colour of the trees has changed.
The wind has blown away the shadows of the clouds.
People have more sadness and they're older.
I still have the same bad dream:
the mirror that has a face.
I look through the photographs every day.
I want to reminisce the moments
when I met you first time.
You were 18 years old.
The whole world envied me.
I didn't see anything,
only you counted.
You were 18 years old,
you were free like a spring wind.
I wanted to be with you.
I had crazy dreams
like you.
Today I have only dust left,
your dried letter,
a few memories
and nothing more.
At that time, the world was a paradise.
Suddenly it disappeared in the emptiness.
The dreams of this way has been shattered.
Those memories
taste salty like tears.
You were 18 years old.
The whole world envied me.
I didn't see anything,
only you counted.
You were 18 years old.
You were free like a spring wind.
I wanted to be with you.
I had crazy dreams
like you.