On these streets, I am like a mysterious shadow

On these streets, I am like a mysterious shadow, In a world of somber and apathetic color, I search for my other half, but remain alone each day, Carrying in my soul bitter memories and nostalgia. I am a passing wind, in a world without celebration, Through glances that measure and judge every step, When I step out of the shadow, I look in the mirror and wonder, Why all this, why do I feel as if I'm coming apart. I am a stranger in my own city, a deep enigma, Questioning looks, deceptive smiles, Why do I hide so much, why do I hide behind a mask, Why do all these glances follow me like senseless lights. In the shadow of my heart, hides an misunderstood story, I carry my past and memories like a heavy cross, Trying to find meaning in the lines of this world, But everything seems to remain an enigma, an endless mystery. I am the solitary seeker, in the labyrinth of empty streets, Searching for a sign, a ray of light in the darkness, On my face, I wear the bitter smile of melancholy, For no one understands my story, no one knows who I am. In the silent night, the moon rises pale, My soul floats in an ocean of thoughts, I seek answers to the questions that weigh on me, But it seems I am left only with echoes drowned in the wind. I am a falling star in the endless night sky, Shining just for a moment in the eyes of others, But in the quiet of the night, in my solitude, I gradually fade away, leaving behind only my memory. On these streets, I am a lost traveler, In search of a dream, an untold story, In my heart full of longing and sadness, I carry the burden of a past love, an unfinished story. I am a stranger in my city, a pilgrim of the soul, In search of a meaning, a path to the light, But in my shadow, I remain alone, without answers, With a heart full of memories, in a world without meaning.