Upon every shooting star I see,

Every tunnel I go through,

I have but one wish:

To be once more with you.

I ask the birds to bring you my wishes;

Within every bubble I blow

Are sealed my sweet kisses.

Madly in love,

As only fictional characters seem to be...

Madly in love,

Silly little me.

Ever look in the mirror,

And think that next to you you see me?

That is my spirit, my soul-

For, with you is where I wish to be.

I search for you longingly within my dreams,

Oh, but it seems...

My passionate care simply will not do,

For all I ever find is fog, swirling fog...

Oh, love, where are you...?