There's an angel singing my name in the dream.

I wonder you had secretly stolen my life.

You pick up a star in the running stream.

I see the sun rising with her glittering light.

I've run a thousand miles chasing after you for just a single minute.

Mountains, oceans, rivers or jungles, where are you waiting for me?

Through the night I never stop counting the digits,

Until we meet each other again in a dream.

Pure is how your voice penetrate my soul.

Grace is how you act like a sylph.

Everything you are to me is gold.

I know that you are there as my will.

I wish you can always be that pure.

Give me comfort and be my cure.

the night of 18, Jun