You come and go like a little bird standing outside my window. When the sun shine you come and get into my heart saying words that I don't want listen. Will words be nothing more than words? Or will words be so deaf that I can't hear them? Two different questions which astonish my whole day. I don't know if it's cold or hot. I don't know if it's dark or bright. I don't know if it's different or similar. I don't even know if my heart beats just like yours. What am I to you? Am I just a little insignificant stone which cross your way? Am I just an unknown body which floats down the river? Am I only a piece of paper which you didn't read? Well... I don't care, I love you anyway.