• Should I fall asleep tonight?
    To let my eyes fall softly?
    It is just too painful to dream of her radiant face,
    Her face that I may never see with my eyes open.

    To feel that fantasy of reality,
    Where my life is no longer burdened by loneliness…
    It is a happy thing to dream,
    But the dreamer must always wake.

    And what have I to wake up to?
    An empty bed?
    A tear stained pillow?
    A shallow life, with fading passions….
    That is what awaits me when the dream must end.

    But still, there is hope.
    Hope that I shall see her face.
    Hope that someday I will know her name,
    Hope that someday she will know mine.
    Oh, to view this unknown beauty with eyes open.

    I cannot see her yet,
    She is too far away,
    Until I may meet her I am content to dream,
    Though my reality may be burdened,
    It is a burden most bearable with hope in my heart.

    Oh what a happy thing to dream.