She danced in the rain,
And maybe that\'s why you love rain.
She appeared like a dream,
And that\'s perhaps why you adore dreams.
She was a daydream,
And maybe that\'s why you love both sleep and insomnia.
Yet she remains like a dream to you,
The dearest thing or the dearest of all,
A reflection of your sorrows.
You still find the colors of life in her smile,
Perhaps that\'s why even though she left you years ago,
You still smile,
And if you meet her somewhere,
You greet her with the same smile.
All is well !
Maybe that\'s why your feelings still drive you,
And you don\'t wish ill upon her.
Be yourself,
Let her be herself.
All you wish is for your relationship to be just that,
A relationship,
And may the fire of revenge never defame anyone.