Dreams Fall, Ice Melts

I've woken from dreams countless times, drenched in cold sweat. I keep telling myself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'll avenge my cousin. Everything will go the way you want, as long as you're ruthless enough and do your best!" Sometimes I don't understand how I got trapped in my cousin's story. What kind of story is it? I can't explain it, can't put it into words. Why? I keep asking myself over and over: Was it just that dagger, that thoughtless childhood act? Did it trap me? I longed so desperately to hear that distant, haunting flute, but now I'm afraid. What I once longed for is something I can't even bring myself to believe in anymore. Is there anything in this world that never changes through the ages? Why are the people I've hurt the ones I love most? I never meant to hurt them. I... I can't explain it. But every night, when I sit by the window and gaze at the moon on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed. Cousin Mengling, are you well up there in heaven? Was everything I've done really worth it? Theme: