Our dreams gloom, again it gleams;

Our dreams gloom, again it gleams; 

the sea’s surface shimmers With sunny gleams;

it reflects my angels face

The sun sinks, soon the stars will shine,

 when the moon’s reflection glimmers On welling streams.

again it remains my angels face

 when dust rises and haze me On a road’s ridge,

she smiles near and feels like hugging

 when i sways sways On a frail bridge,

she embraces, kisses,with hand in hand ,

And the days and  are not sufficint to dream,

what a sweet colourful dream,