"Some forgotten nights, some dreary days as the stars flickered as dying lights and flowers once bloomed in vibrant bright, withered away like shadows moving into the unknown blight. I cry. I cry for solace"

I sometime think, "Are my dreams alive?", rendering me helpless in that misty time. But when I close my eyes again, they whisper, "They are not just alive. They are just only you"

So guys, What is true? My dreams Or Me?

(By the way, I love Backroom Miku)