A carnival in a desolated city —
For me that's what you used to be

I used to feed on our memories
And my imagined future of us,
Because they tasted as sweet as cotton candies

You used to make me feel
Like I'm at the top of the Ferris wheel—
Blissful and serene

I used to feel hopeful like the kids
who'd won prizes at the carnival games—
That one day we'll be together again
And my city will light up as it should be