growing old is scary, but it's not my biggest fear
growing alone is the idea that i can't bear
it's not that i don't have friends...
    no, i have many
but all of them have love flowers to send...
    i don't have any

they treat me like a kind of essence
unnoticed absence, 
yet desirable presence

why is it so easy for me to see their happiness
while it's so hard for them 
to feel my lonliness... my emptiness!

imagine the idea of going home at the end of the night
then you call someone you love wishing him a good night
knowing that with every breath he takes, he takes one for you
knowing that till he falls asleep, he'll be thinking of you
have you felt the pleasure it brings?
now imagine knowing you're in nobody's thought!

for how long will i stay like this?
a lonely sad tone 
among the happy melodies!

i always thought that friendship was enough
now all i'm living for is finding my own love
and i know that as long as i have faith
i'll find the true love in some time... in some place

whether i go for it, or it comes for me
we'll be playing our own symphony
when i look into her eyes and see my reflection
she'll be my destination and my only direction

and when i grow old and wrinkles are on my face
when she thinks she's lost her old graces
i'll see her more beautiful than i've ever seen her
and i'll be proud that i'm her king... and she's my queen