Cold, I await her
But only her ghost comes …
Always, I reach my hand to touch her
But thin air I brush
Her smiling illusion keeps the room cold
Unreal sun can never heat
Window open, wind comes in
Bringing her ghost, always …
Problem is
Ghosts can walk through solid walls,
locked doors and closed windows
What can I do but stay cold
Unreal sun can never heat
Her ghost is all I know
My heart belongs to it now
Smiling beautiful illusion
keeps the room cold
Unreal sun can never heat
The cold grants me a kiss …
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