A Song of Love
I see what I used to be.
I see what I longed to see.
At last I know my dream will come true.
At last I know my dream will come true, but my dream is a flower of love.
Don’t be too sure that your dream will come true as mine did.
My dream was not just a dream.
It was a wish come true, upon a wishing star so bright, at last I see the light of me.
All that matters to me now, is all of me now.