Faint shadows of flowers

Faint shadows of flowers

In the silence of the dawn, I wake up from my dreaming mind;
the candlelight throws faint shadows of flowers on the wall.

ah, my dreaming mind, you have been a friend to me,
been with me through difficult times:
you were always there with fantasies of better futures,
and a comforting reshaping of a troublesome past;
thank you for your lifetime work.

In the silence of the dawn, I wake up from my dreaming mind;
the candlelight throws faint shadows of flowers on the wall.

As a child, to discover you was an amazing joy:
a secret world within, not available even to my mother,
a better world, full of endless delights;
as a child, even with love, the way is hard;
the world rolls on, and we are so small.

In the silence of the dawn, I wake up from my dreaming mind;
the candlelight throws faint shadows of flowers on the wall.

To know you is to feel a surge of affection for you:
like old friends, we know what we have survived together;
like true friends, we know now our ways are parting:
we will meet up occasionally, and reminisce with love;
thank you for your help through troubled times.

In the stillness of the dawn, I wake up from my dreaming mind;
on the wall just in front of me, faint shadows move delicately:
the candle on the windowsill is silhouetting the vase of flowers;
through the window, trees and lawns are appearing:
my knees ache slightly, and we are about to stand up.

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