The clear rivers and luxurious houses are the stage for my tango, spinning the same notes and transforming into different colors. In the parallel world, I repeat the encounter with you, still sleeping in my own night at the dawn of dawn. The last drop of tear scatters the white morning light, splendidly showing the traces of the flow of fate.
The difference between truth and illusion is just a mutually misplaced subjective question...
In the twin worlds of reality and illusion, I am my stranger...