Togetherness is but a sweet fantasy.
You'll never know whose really together with you, until you inevitably fall apart.
Togetherness is but a sweet fantasy.
You'll never know who really fantasises about you, until you inevitably wake up from your fantasy.
Love is but a sweet dream.
You'll never know who really loves you, until you inevitably feel unloved.
Love is but a sweet dream.
You'll never know who really shares your dream with you, until you inevitably wake up from your dream.
Fantasy is but a sweet dream.
You'll never know who is really part of your fantasy, until you awake to reality.
Fantasy is but a sweet dream.
You'll never know who is really part of your dream, until you awake to reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem