A story of hope

The morning becomes darker, the night becomes brighter,
Suddenly it feels like the world is all over me,
And everything seems to be more hollower,

It's a pleasant feeling to be all-alone,
It feels like you are etched on a stone,
A mid-summer night's dream – does it really exist?
Are all of us alive, or is it just a pretext?
The music suddenly loses all sense to me,
All that it stood for, all that it's meant to be,

Hold on, there's still the morning sun,
It'll play all the songs for me…
It just seems that now I can see…
The morning becomes brighter, the night doesn't come,
Suddenly it feels like I'm over the dome…