Last night, I saw you in a dream.
I heard your laughter, but could not see your face.
Morning came, and you were no longer there—
yet the sun still shone.
I rose to make myself tea,
haunted by the memory of you.
Last night, I saw you in a dream.
I heard your laughter, but could not see your face.
Morning came, and you were no longer there—
yet the sun still shone.
I rose to make myself tea,
haunted by the memory of you.