Dream/Spring

為何夢見他　那好久好久以前分手的男孩　又來到我夢中

為何夢見他　這男孩在我日記簿裡　早已不留下痕跡

為何夢見他　為何夢中他的眼神　卻依然教我心跳
啊　為何夢見他　為何當我迷濛醒來卻含著眼淚

為何夢見他　那好久好久以前分手的男孩　又來到我夢中
為何夢見他　這男孩在我日記簿裡　早已不留下痕跡

Why do I dream about him?

The boy who left so long ago, now coming to me again?

Why do I dream of him?

The boy who so long ago left my diary, since then without a trace?

Why do I dream about him?

Why does the look in his eyes still make my heart beat fast?

Oh, why do I dream of him,

and wake to the dazed confusion of my tears well slow?

Why do I dream about him?

The boy who left so long ago, now coming to me again?

Why do I dream of him?

The boy who so long ago left my diary, since then without a trace?

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Dear Kate,

I want to tell you about spring.

I couldn't.

If I could, I wouldn't be telling it well.  How well?  How well would my telling be good enough for spring, for you to know her as I knew her this morning?

I am not going to embarrass myself.

I will share with you, however, this song, the breeze that carried me to her this morning...and I shall stop this sentence right here, lest I embarrass myself.

When translating the words I took poetic license, which exhilarated, exasperated, and exhausted me.

Is spring the boy? you might wonder.  For a moment I thought so too.

She's the dream.

Yours, Alex