Dancing With White Rose Flowers

In my dreams, there is a nighttime plain, filled with black grass and a dark river. A wide river, an uncrossable river, and across the water blooms a field of white rose flowers, glowing bright under the moon. A beautiful field, a field where my friends dance, a field where my friends cry, a field where my friends sing, and as I sit amongst the reeds, watching the moonlit party, I beg... to join the dance for a night.