The Final Illusion

In the depth of the mist, like a ghost, it fades,
on the fringe of illusion and reality, reflecting dreams unmade.
That dim light, piercing the solitude, stings the quiet of night,
that heart, trembling in the chase, like tides to the moon, yields to the flight.

Ah, that light! That dream, distant as the rosy sky,
that stroke of green in the memory of tides, where do you lie?
Rippling in the evening tides, wandering in the fog,
it is the soul's longing, the dawn in the eyes of those who follow agog.

In that light, a myriad of words flicker, yet fall silent in the air,
it's the ravages of time, the tears of a lover, life's despair.
We reach out, groping in the endless dark,
trying to grasp that brilliance, finding but illusionary sparks.

This is a sentimental tragedy, from the mysterious poet's quill,
drawing desires of the heart, noting love's regretful spill.
The green light leaps in the mist, tempting the vows we profess,
is it fear of the unknown, or unfulfilled yearnings we suppress?

In this vast cosmos, it's but a moment's span,
a meteor streaks through the sky, brilliant yet forlorn.
We run, we fall, we rise again,
all for that glimmering hint of dawn.

Oh, life, you are full of bitterness and mystery,
between love and dreams, you restlessly weave.
The green light twinkles, seemingly within reach, yet why so far, so far away,
it is my prayer, my longing, in the night it stays.

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雾霭深处，如幽灵般飘渺，
在幻境与现实的边缘，倒映着失落的梦。
那微光，穿透寂寥，刺痛了夜的静谧，
那颗心，在追逐中颤抖，如潮水之于月，不可抗拒。

啊，那光！那遥不可及粉黛般的梦，
那一抹记忆潮水中的翠绿，你在哪里？
在晚潮中荡漾，于雾霭中穿行，
那是灵魂的渴望，追随者双眼中唯一的曙光。

那光中，摇曳着万千言语，却又无声无息，
是岁月的沧桑，是爱人的眼泪，是生命的裂缝。
我们伸出双手，在无边的黑暗中摸索，
试图抓住那绚烂，却发现指间，无不是幻想的泡沫。

这是一出多情的悲剧，是神秘诗人的笔端，
画出心中的渴望，写下爱的遗憾。
那绿光在迷雾中跳跃，引诱着誓言，
是对未知的恐惧，还是未竟的宿愿？

在这茫茫宇宙，不过又一瞬，
流星划过长空，璀璨又孤寂。
我们奔跑，我们跌倒，我们再次站起，
只为那远方依稀闪烁的光影。

哦，生命啊，你充满了苦涩与神秘，

在爱与梦想之间，永不止息。

绿光闪烁，似在咫尺，又为何如此遥远，如此遥远，

是我的祈祷，是我的神往，在夜色中永恒。