I touched the breeze. Could it be the same breeze you touched, so far away? Watched the clouded moon on this desperate night. Could you be gazing at it right now too? I wonder what you're doing lately. Your ghost still passes through on occasion. You haunt me tonight; invading my dreams... Making sleep something unappealing to me now. I squandered all my hopes on the impossible. And now that you're gone, my heart slips away.