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And once again, that dream returns—where that maiden stands; I cannot recall her face, and perhaps she is merely a figment of my sleep.

A field of wheat where I long to remain—to drift down to you like a kite from the sky.

At the mere sight of her, I am ready to smile; it is a vision of illustrations, vivid and utterly real.

Where the color of her dress is a soft, velvety red—I never want to wake up again.

I am ready to tell her everything that I currently hold deep inside—

Everything that has accumulated over thousands of days, throughout the time I have spent in the void.

Everything that consumes me, everything I am ready to face—she would understand it all from a single word.

Yet, I can never quite remember her face, no matter how hard I try.

She comes to me often in my dreams—

But in the waking world, I can find no trace of her in anyone else.

It hurts to let her go, yet it is sweet to meet her once more—

Though every encounter feels as if it were the very last.

And once again, that dream returns—where that maiden stands; I cannot recall her face, and perhaps she is merely a figment of my sleep.

A field of wheat where I long to remain—to drift down to you like a kite from the sky.

At the mere sight of her, I am ready to smile; it is a vision of illustrations, vivid and utterly real.

Where the color of her dress is a soft, velvety red—I never want to wake up again.