Two phantoms
It’s you… It’s me… It’s you and me
In the magic of the night
We are lonely… You and me,
But me is you and there’s no me…
Bitter days have come and passed
There’s no future and no past
Mere phantoms, souls are nude,
Together we embrace the solitude.
Gloomy haze of grief is gone
Nothing new in the sun
At last we warm up in the moonlight
That glitters bright through the night…
It’s you… It’s me… It’s you and me
In the magic of the night
We are lonely… You and me,
But ME is YOU and there’s no me…
asterinablog 