In my head there is a tiny worldit’s so hugeit’s so smallWhen I see the light on the wallof my roomI get happyI get so sadTightly and slowly I go around myselfAnd I try to look, i try to find something common something else.The clocks are ticking from one to oneThe midnight hour my shadow meetsMy own reflection My shadow meets my own reflectionYou faded away like a line drawn on the waterI’m fulling again into deep see of my mindWe touched the stones on the groundAnd we played those to be the jewelsof our crownsAnd you squeesed my handAnd wispered a sentenseAnd our eyes were brightAnd our feet were dirty, so dirty