My sweetest illusion lies on a cloud,
Moving toward the endless blue.
Stay, my precious dream.
Do not sail away.

While I was wide awake, I watched the sky
In each ghostly evening and bright morning.
The image of hope and despair
Becomes a battlefield
Burning, burning inside my head.

I saw people with broken hearts
Picking up their corpses of memories.
I saw a familiar face.
She said, ”it’s okay. Just a dead end.”
Then, here came a heavy rain.

The cloud has changed its shape
And my sweetest illusion has been twisted.
Leave, the vicious trick.
Do not let me fall again.