Do you recall the time that passed for us,
When innocence was our guarding elf?
That time is past, and flowers turned to dust;
You don't know me, and I don't know myself.

Those books we read, those games we played, the joys,
Like our childish love, they are forgotten.
You can't recall it, and I have no choice
But to agree that heart of love is rotten.

You called me "Dream", and I called you "The Sun".
We loved each other, Earth, the stars, the sky...
In spite of that, the pure lust has gone,
And nothing left for me but cry and die.

With every thought you think without me
It less remains in world from me to be.