Standing on the edge of a parapet,
Delusions, hallucinations,
Reality like a foggy dream.
Lost my way,
Searching for a light that doesn’t exist.
Craving for the warmth of the sun,
But the dark clouds come,
And the frost settles into the night.
I see you at a distance,
At the end of the world you stand,
Your cup is full,
But mine is empty.
The starlit river,
It glitters like a carpet of diamonds,
But it is a river I can never cross,
In my darkness,
I will never reach you.
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