I have dreamed of picking stars,When awake the stars fall between my fingers one after another.Throws me into desolation.I have dreamed of picking flying flowers,When awake the petals drift down between my fingers one after another.I have dreamed of plucking the harp chords,When awake the chords break off thread after thread from my fingers.Brings me sentimental fits.I have dreamed of touring the heaven,When awake the land is broken to pieces.Arouses pain and indignation.
