The Soft Dreams of Golden Sand

We are always searching, searching endlessly, searching in the vast sea of people for the one we think is right. We are always forgetting, forgetting all the time, forgetting in the heat of the moment and the noise, that someone once stayed by our side. So many people are always searching, and never stop forgetting. Over and over, day after day. Written for all those people, may we not lose our words when love comes. Theme: