The cruelty of this world persists

The cold wind speaks for our lost

Whispering words, weaving worlds

Her time has come, alas

A man of stone with opened eyes

One stepped out of a dream

With a view held within his mind

The tears for his bride redeem

Watching his world falling apart

Like the dreams in a shallow sleep

Countless are the nights they shared

The mourning in his tears

But morning still has broken

A light in his world of dawn

All beauty turned to rot

His flowers, all are gone

Close the eyes of eternal love

Buries his face in his hands

Her face looks so alive

In the morning sun

But morning still has broken

A light in his world of dawn

All beauty turned to rot

His flowers, all are gone

Dreams are only but illusions

Illusions for one to see

It's the visual projection of our inside

And as empty as the heart in me