I miss him, that man I almost met, how can it be, that we shared a secret... In one brief moment, our eyes were windows, and in those moments, I hope for him again... His gentle spirit, whispering words, whispering words, to dreams long forgotten... His eyes, like candles in the temple, a mirror to the core of my soul... In some brief moments, we shared a secret, and in those moments, I hope for him again...