In the west, a woman, with grey hair, Smiling at me, a reflection I misunderstood. "How can I see her, if she is not yet me? How can she exist, when future's a mystery?" I ran and I asked, "Did we make it, please?" Again, I was baffled, why does this dream tease? Two smiles around me, but none on my face, If both are just me, why the joy in their place? "Life's fleeting, you've risen, you'll set soon, Make your mistakes under the sun and the moon. You won't always be this beautiful, keep your head high, Embrace each moment, let not time pass you by." In the west, a woman, with grey hair, Smiling at me, a reflection I misunderstood. "How can I see her, if she is not yet me? How can she exist, when the future's a mystery?"