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I wish I could dance with you again,
under the moonlight — just you and me,
your hands resting on my waist.
But now, neither you are here, nor am I.
Our worlds have drifted apart.
Sometimes I ask myself —
did you ever think about me?
Did you ever truly know me?
Or was all of this just an illusion
inside the endless universe of my mind?
Because from the very beginning,
your world and mine were never the same.