The Wishing Stone

I visualize my enormous past,
where is my lover, and where am I?
What was our love like, and how come did it happen like this?
I´ve lost my identity, look how I am now..

My sorrow is piled up inside me,
it´s running over,
my complaints wouldn´t be enough for the destiny,
O the wishing stone, give some happy news to the old eyes
that had long forgotten how it is to smile.

A typhoon of dreams is blowing around my head,
whichever way I look, it´s there before my eyes,
now all hopes are stranger to me,
look how I´ve become while looking for you..