词：白灵雪
曲：白灵雪
I always imagine the parallel lives
we never chose behind the door of "if"
if we had compromised, if we had known
if we met again
That door became my spiritual opium
Knowing it was illusory
I couldn't resist opening it again and again
immersing myself in that perfect
flawless illusion of what we "should have had.".
The door of reality is cold and closed
while the door of imagination remains ajar
luring me into a corridor with no exit.
I became a prisoner of my own fantasies
with a sentence of "until I no longer love you"
a possibly life-long verdict.
In the end, I found myself trapped between two doors
one leading to a reality without you
the other to an illusion without me. Nowhere to go