Useless landscape.
There's no use of a moonlight glow
Or the peaks where winter snows.
What's the use of the waves that will break
In the cool of the evening?
What is the evening?
Without you, it's nothing
It may be you will never come.
If you never come to me,
What's the use of my wonderful dreams?
And why would they need me?
Where would they lead me?
Without you, to nowhere.
Just nowhere.
