I found myself stranded in a dream.
Trapped in another world where there is no such thing as sadness. Sorrow was never to be seen nor felt. But as I walk past a colorful corridor, I saw a silhouette of a young lady, a lady in my real world, She seems to be telling me something, I followed her. She drew my attention to a mirror hanging by the wall, And when I looked at it, It drew pictures of my past, Pictures of myself sitting at the corner of my room, weeping. And when I looked at the lady, She was gone, This made me miss my real world. I found out that I can't live without sorrow... And I only cry because of you...