It was still you in my dream.
Four days in a row. And now I'm getting used to it. I feel like you're really mine in my dream. I am not really sure what was going on in that dream but it was beautiful.
Beautiful enough for me to put on some smile once I opened my eyes.
No, I don't want it to be real. Because reality hurts. Just remain like this, as my imaginary lover.
I couldn't wait to fall asleep, really. So I could see you again. Well, I hope so.
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