Oh pretty stranger walking past me,
Do you see what I show you? Or do you see above and beyond?
You are you and I am I,
You see what I show you and I see what you show me.

You have seen nights I haven't. I have seen days you haven't.
The days of joys and sorrows,
We walk different paths but not alone.
Oh, pretty stranger, I wonder, how do you do?

Did you see me differently in the days of your struggles,
Or did I see you in a different light when my days were joyous?
Did you see the person I chose to portray,
Or did you see the person you chose to see?

We're the flowers in the field.
Someday we bloom, another day we gloom.
The unique pattern in your petals, the stark yet harmonious contrast with mine.
I wonder if you've seen them too...

Oh, pretty stranger walking past me,
Did you choose to see my smile or the displeasure on my face?
I see what you show, I accept it all.
Just like I follow my melody, do you follow yours?