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