I Can See Reflection

No matter who was wrong or right.
Instead,
I'll give this dream a head: a wreath of metal flowers to knead.
And the wreath is drifting on the midnight stream; lonely I am standing on the shore.
I can see reflection of my tender dream,
But I cannot find it in the sky anymore.
And the wreath is drifting on the midnight stream; lonely I am standing on the shore.
I can see reflection of my tender dream,
But I cannot find it in the sky anymore.
The wreath is gliding on the tide across a silver moonlit glow.
O gentle happiness, where hide,