Dreams,
Passing by.
Just like cars,
Who've no intention of stopping.
Why can't I persuade myself,
Not to hate I.
If I cannot love thine,
How can I of thee?

Dreams,
Passing by.
Just like leaves,
On large oak trees.
I ran from fear,
Just as I did thy.
Heed my words,
That I speak.

Dreams,
Passing by.
Will they stop?
We don't know,
But neither does I.
I tried to catch them to ask,
But I've failed thy.