I know you ...
I know from those black and white rains ...
You kiss me on the cheek
While falling down from a small cloud...
I hear you ...
I hear from those bright mornings ...
A child brings you back ....
I listen to the songs that I missed ...
You and I are like flowers ...
Grown up in the same soil
Sprouted in separate branches,
Knocked down by the same wind...
You and I are like rivers ...
Poured down with the same rain
Flowed down the separate mountains
Perished in the same sea ...
I breathe you ...
I breathe by the ocean ...
Waves blow you back ...
I see you on the wings of seagulls ...
"You and I are like kids in different places, (who) cherished the same dreams, and got lost in the same woods ..."
"You and I are like lovers, (who are) shot in the same place, bleeding from the same place, and having pain in the same place.."