♪♪♪In Amsterdam,I dreamt I saw my mother again.Same beautiful pale blue eyes.This is the one
I was talking about.When I lost her…I lost sight of any landmarkthat might have led me
some place happier.You’re the boy, aren’t you?The boy whose mother was killed?♪♪♪ We all feel afraid sometimes.You never know…what’s going to decide
your future.To lose something…that should
have been immortal…Please, tell me… it isn’t true.