A Dream is an Ephemeral Dream Inside Reality (The Elusive Perfect Architectural Design)


Without anything does my dream exist

Like the cold season, something is falling

Around me, only you and the white mist

Since when were you there, when were you crying


Your lips are dried up like a crying moon

Eyes sinking like a dying butterfly

Ears drowning in the blood, save me soon

I will sleep from now on, die peacefully


Until this red thread shall be snapped tonight

I just want to stare at you forever

You’re as beautiful as the hazy light

I just want to sleep with you forever


Returning to the dream "reality"

My ephemeral dream, please comfort me.


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