I visualize my enormous past,
where is my lover, and where am I?
What was our love like, and how come did it happen like this?
I've lost my identity, look how I am now..
My sorrow is piled up inside me,
it's running over,
my complaints wouldn't be enough for the destiny,
O the wishing stone,
give some happy news to the old eyes
that had long forgotten how it is to smile.
A typhoon of dreams is blowing around my head,
whichever way I look, it's there before my eyes,
now all hopes are stranger to me,
look how I've become while looking for you..