Look beyond the days and seek through moments, hove you found me yet? Have I been missing in you or am I just lost? Pass by the wound and step over the pain, have you recognized the dream? Or has it completely faded that even I can no longer see? Do you think you know me? I am the stranger, whom you have found in some images of your life, seconds and days, moments and years, how many have we shared? How many lives have we crossed through and what did we leave behind?
Do you think you know me? Then try to see through my tears and look behind my smile, try to hear the silence through my lips and let me say no words, I am the dream that only a heart can feel, and I am the loss that only I do fear, so what do you know of what you have not been told? What do you see of what I do not show?
We are the fleeting guests of this land, what hides within us is who we really are, and what we keep inside is our true soul, we are the fleeting guests of this land until we’re gone, so how would you see me when I’m gone? How would you hear me when I shall no longer talk? I am just a fleeting image of your life, I passed by your days and I left some behind, so have you found me yet? Have you recognized my dream? Then how you think you know me?!