I know,it must be like that:
the two of us have never met,
although we keep searching for each other
Where am I going?
Which town should I stop by?
The day is spilled over the opaque fields.
I’m dragging two empty eyes around
staring into faces of passers-by.
Who should I ask, why have we never met?
We’ve been around the world
in passion, crazy even,
and we missed each other for a step...