She often dreamed of meeting him.
He often dreamed of meeting her.
A dream that he breathed heavily in front of her.
A dream that she cried in front of his eyes.
She was screaming in despair.
He looked at her in sadness.
Why do I dream of the sight I don't want to see the most?
Why is it so painful to see a sight that I shouldn't know?
She reached out, saying "Don't go"
He reached out, saying "Don't cry."
Her hand couldn't reach him.
His hands couldn't touch her.
Then the dream ends and she opens her eyes that wet with tears.
Then waking up from the dream, he sweats awfully as he opens his eyelids.
Every time she has this dream, she gets confused.
He asks himself why did he have such a dream.
I wonder why my heart seems to hurt so much.
Why do I think it’s so lovely?
He is in my dream.
She is in my dream.