we are both dreamers, aren't we?
our blood is so cold that we can do nothing but to dream.
we're often startled at very small noise or some vague shadows
and even on finding that our mind is drifting suddenly.
our smiles have no sincerity.
we can't make somebody else laugh
for we're buried alive deep inside dreams long ago.
now it's time to dream again.
this time i hope it'd be a green-colored dream.
won't you tell me what color i wear in your dream?
for me, i still dream of you in green.
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