Looking Faraway

The reality is right infront of our eyes,
Or maybe an illusion created by you and I?
Holding our breath and deep thought,
Reckoning each moment we had fought...

Pursuing what is real and what is not,
Now and then we stride back and stop,
We cried and laughed,
Knowing traveled not even half...

Does reality to you matters?
When both our feelings are sincere?
Distance set up far apart,
And reality and illusion still lies in my heart...