I have
a dream...

Do you regret...

Crimson
is the color of wine...

Tonight was the night
we shared a red glass...

He was faceless
the man of many names...

I met an old man on the way home
he sat on the old wooden bench...

Life was much simpler back then
The problems we had were only those we saw...

Why is my life in chaos?
Why does the tide turn once again...

I like the passage of youth as we live our lives
And the many surprises it holds for us...

Just us
it was only you and I...

We lived in our little world
the tiny universe to ourselves...

Ask her how she feels
and she'll tell you what she may...