Composer：渋谷毅 (Shibuya Atsushi)
In My Waking Dreams I Often See
A Dashing Young Boy Leaning By A Tree.
Playing Sad Songs I Like To Hear,.
He Sings For No One But Me.
He Croons It With All His Tender Might,
Doleful Guitar And A Faltering Voice.
Cherished, Subdued Am I.
How I Wish It Isn't A Dream.
Ah...Ah...Will Someone Bring My Dream To Reality,
Ah...Ah...Will This Not Be Just Another Whimsical Moment.
A Dream's But A Dream, It Ends By The Morn.
Blossoms In The Night, Fizzles Out At Dawn.
(Fleeting Dreams Are What I Have.
Night After Night, They Feed My Restless Mind.
The Funny, But Tender Feeling, Grows And Grows In Garden Darkness
Who'll Pick The Rustling Leaves,
That Shatter The Silence Of My Elusive Mind?)
Last Night I Dreamt My Dream Again.
My Black-Haired Sweetheart By The Tree.
Wooing, Songs A-Cooing.
My Heart Pounded Like A Drum.
Now In My Sweet Dreams I Live My Life.
No More Sorrow And No More Sigh.
In My Sleeping Moments, My Heart Booms With Ecstasy.
Ah...Ah...Will Someone Bring My Dream To Reality,
Ah...Ah...Will This Not Be Just Another Whimsical Moment.
A Dream's But A Dream, It Ends By The Morn.
Blossoms In The Night, Fizzles Out At Dawn.