I look through the window

To look for the dreams I lost.

The dreams which I let go,

Or rather, the ones I let fly by

Like uncaged birds,

Completely out of my reach.

I wonder how long it had been

Since I've seen them pass by

Like the wind that rushes through,

Swimming in the sunlight.

I wonder where they're travelling to,

Maybe to the sea of lost dreams

Abandoned by their dreamers.

Could they be just as lonely as me?

Slightly empty inside

Slightly filled with memories,

Or maybe a hint of nostalgia.

Slightly tinged with uneasy feelings?

Maybe regret? Maybe grief

Of the dreams I let die away?

I look through the window

To look for the dreams I lost.

The ones I let fly away like uncaged birds.

All my memories created by you,

Thank you for passing by.