It's my dream that has won

I thought that with her golden hair,

an angel was on earth.

I thought it was impossible to put all

the beauty of flowers into a smile.

I thought the light that illuminated his face

was different from the others.

I thought it was the sky reflecting her eyes.

I thought that even his imperfect voice

was only used to dream.

I thought her fragile fingers caressing

black and white were a poem.

I thought that a constellation drawn on his skin

was used to travel, to find east or west.

I thought I'd never see a pure soul.

I thought I'd never dare hold her hand

for fear of damaging it.

I thought that his pen

was not telling the whole truth.

I thought I'd never have to play

a game with a dream.

I thought she could only walk

in an enchanted story.

Some things are true and some are not.

I thought she couldn't exist, that in my dream,

he's the one who won.