I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.
I am wandering in the clear waves in my dream.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.
I was dreaming, and she fascinated me.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.
I am sweet in the dream, and I am the glory in the dream.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.
I dreamed of her infidelity and my sadness.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.
I was dreaming, and she fascinated me.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.
I am sweet in the dream, and I am the glory in the dream.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.
There are faint sad memories, confused and helpless. . .