The path to the dream

Меланхолическое
Still there are people
Infinite as space.
Not only with many,
You can smile.
To laugh heartily.
But,
Rare,
When you can ,
With someone,
To forget yourself.

If you only knew
Who are you to me,
Actually.
You'd speak differently.
Not like then,
Rolling his argument.
You would be afraid,
Throw the words,
Filled with pain,
Me.

Rains,
Who don't like you.
But for the sake of meeting.
You go, cleaving a path
Face.
To the dream.
My favorite.
Let's forget all our omissions.
Joining hands,
And take a step.
To our dream.