This fifth dimension
might be teasing us,
but no matter how it does
I still see you even at dusk.

Remember when we met once—at twilight,
when the sun and moon met our glance;
in our heart, there were similar feeling that runs
only to find comfort when we held hands.

We were about to write our name on each other’s palm,
to never forget the one who cries this psalm,
until the sun decided to leave the moon at the sky turning plum,
I looked at the broken letter that made my mind calm,
while my heart was suddenly drenched with sorrow as if,
the one, turned the door—and slam.

Within me,
is a soul filled with bliss,
but every time I awoke there seems to be something that I miss–
a longing for something or someone without a trace,
and I could not find it in this place.

How I wish these words within
could travel to what I’ve been searching–
If I only know where the point starts and end;
of this mesmerizing rainbow or the droplets of the rain;
then maybe, we could somehow meet again.

Outro:
Your name is still stringed within me
but I cannot seem to figure the right letters that you told me;
If you recognize me when we cross paths
and we are afraid to speak each other’s name,
let’s make our signal
how to say, “Nice to meet you”.