Better my dreams of unconscious,
Than the nightmares of awake.
I don't want to wake up and kill my useless hope,
I don't like to have this reality altered,
I have too much on my mind for a simpleton,
After what I known as discomfort, settled down,
I felt strangely free.
Able to see my desolate world from a new angle
Like finding a portal to the Arks of heaven
Maybe I am becoming more into a star,
Maybe I will always shine as a star,
In my own lonely universe,
A falling star that is destined to burn up the skies,
What if I burn away?
But I am happy to know
that at least the fire will keep you warm
in those dark, cold and lonely nights"...
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