Life goes on, things happen.
Time goes on, people pass by.
What I have is dream,
Dream that is all mine.
We are sad, but we’re happy sometime.
We’ve pain, but joyous moment soemtime.
It may sounds crazy,
The dream that is sublime.
Everyday we meet, but have to separate someday.
Luck is not in my favour now, but it will be someday.
Though my dream is crazy, sublime and luminescent.
And I know it will be real someday.