“you” Is “me”, “me” Is “you”
Every time when I close my eyes,
The image of loneliness really dies.
Just the moment I see you in my dreams:
Hand in hand, floating on the waves – it seems,
I feel truly the happiest among all the guys.
It is such a formidable pure sensation
To finally possess my bona fide aspiration.
How marvellous to live a devoted love story!
How magnificently I did own that lovable glory!
A divine gift bestowed upon me as an inspiration.
You did occupy all both of my soul and heart.
Can’t help but never will get your love apart.
Can’t help but think about you day and night.
Can’t help but appreciate the beauty of your sight.
Your image is in my each and every single part.
Now, “me” is “you” and “you” is, by all means, “me”.
No one can, at any case, figure out that simple “we”,
For Love did compile us into one single harmony.