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The quiet light of a lamp, an empty silhouette on the wall,

Again I search in the silence for at least a hint of you in a dream.

Not a cry, not a reproach — just a quiet question into the void:

"Do you remember how we believed in this dream of ours?"

Verse 1

I erase the little things from my memory, but they come back again —

Your scent on my jacket, your laughter, your quiet love.

It seemed like it was forever, that we'd build our own world,

And now between us — cold, empty air.

A cup of cold tea — like a symbol of frozen minutes,

Words that once warmed now only wound here.

I'm not angry, I'm not asking you back — just trying to understand,

How can you love so deeply and suddenly lose it all.

Chorus

Loneliness is a thin thread tightening around my chest,

I'm learning to breathe without you, but I fear this path.