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Sparkling white garment 
Dazzling in the warm sun
Embroidered in expensive threads 
Laced with prestigious stones 
As seen tens of miles away
What a beauty from afar
A treasure worth seeking with all my live savings

With each step I took closer 
Came the cloud screen being clearer 
Cat got my tongue; my voicebox couldn't help
As cold stream of water effortlessly gushed down my cheeks
Mourning my foolish decision to put all my eggs in a basket 
So all I risked my all for is but just facade 

Crumpled is the garment — no sparkle exists
Not even an embroidery with the most worthless thread 
Then was it dawn on me the naked reality of life
That the gold isn't the only that glitters for afar

Don't be deceived: what you see from afar is most-of-the-time-wisely a facade, as different from what it really is.