sleep well, embraced in the music
of your own desire and despair.
Among sheets and bells they will be kept,
those dreams and fantasies you gave us,
covered in darkness from mind and body.
Goodbye, my fantasy.
Bitter words shall not be spoken or thought,
for the trip that I start won't be eternal
and soon I'll dance by your hands once more.
Lay down and rest, among childhood flowers,
in the soul's colorful corners
until the night falls and dreams reign again.
I also thought that once… But then how do you explain him having flashbacks to Baam’s life?