Mortal Dreams.
painted skies, star-filled nights solitary shores sighing winds isn't that what your dreams look like? so today let us dream even if it is in broken bits even if we know what time does to dreams even if we know we'll outgrow them soon. even if you know the dreamer in you will slowly wither away And the dreams will only be faded tapestries in a crumbling room you'll long to find the key to so today let us dream of bathing in stardust even if we know we'll outgrow it soon.