I am trying to hold on to my dream
Out of my nightmares
With songs mosquitoes render in my ears
The plumes of my dream pluck into my hands
And they fly away fluttering in the air
I am turning and turning over my straw bed
Looking seaward prowling for my dream
Like beggars around a traffic lamp
In vain I will remember it
If I remember it, who will make it easy
To be fulfilled?
I will not stop to dream because no one
Will give me a platter to put my dream
I will dream
Only let it not rain
So that when the night leaves
I will rise up and not look at my straw bed
But go out even when it rains
Even though it snows
Even if thunder comes down
And make my dream come true.
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