My heart is between two lights -
One of them has already gone out,
Leaving me bittersweet tears of memories;
The other one isn't kindled yet,
I call it hope... but maybe it's beautiful reveries,
My loving nature... The dreams I once failed to forget.
I look in the mirror and see two reflections,
I stare and ask: "Who am I?",
But I come across a cold glare...
Those eyes, full of tears, are not mine.
I put on a smile and pretend I'm all right,
My heart's coming up with new lies,
I try to believe them; still no one knows what's inside,
And now I don't know myself...
When the cherished dream is broken,
Not a single thing makes sense -
Not a single day of waiting,
Not hope, almost dead.
The inner voice calls me in front of me,
Still something holds me back.
Maybe I need some rest...
I don't know...
