DREAM




I have a dream, that everything is rosy;
I have a dream, that everyone is perfect;
I blush in my dream,
then, I am forcibly woken up.
And I see,
Pain, misery and hunger engulf all.
I want to sleep again,
but that sleep is taken away.
So I vow never to believe in dream.

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