As the bright moon rise up, the silence fall.
The gust of the cold wind make the trees shiver,
And the sweet little stars start to twinkle.

I fly across the vast open sky, wondering where I should stop by.
Everyone is asleep, I should now start my shift.
Nobody knows me, and I do not know anybody.

I enter the deepest realms of each dream, so wonderful it may seem.
I collect their biggest fears and wipe away their nightly tears.
Oh! How I love those beautiful nightmares!