In a place where the breeze blows gently and the sun shines bright, how could I ever hate a dream so deeply soaked in this pleasant drowsiness?

Just as I was drifting off to sleep with these idle thoughts, I felt a presence and glanced to my side. There you were, lying down next to me, your cheeks flushed red as if you'd come running here.

The sight of you is so incredibly lovely— God, I've really got it bad.

Even though I know your response will be blunt, you keep chattering away, and you're just so precious to me.

I suppose I have no choice but to love you.