The world has gone on a faster pace,
And I desperately reach out my hand,
You were there, in front of me,
Like a mirage,
With an abyss between us two,
How long can several years be,
And how short-lived are those memories,
When nothing but a ghost of you,
Is left to tender the wounds of this damned heart.
Tell me,
What do you make of the eternity,
We once wished to have together,
When it now separates us two?
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