hope

i've been thinking about a trip
that you can only find when you sleep
where you are close to me
you held my hand and whispered me

the wooden house won't allow us to stay
but the wishing well would let us to pray
and i promised that i won't stop dreaminng
keep this feeling even when the season changing

when will our smiles are not lies
hoping that none of us will be fading
all we can do is just closing our eyes
and we'll be together when we're separated