I wonder now and again if you'll find this, good timing or bad, whether it'll mean a thing, or fade away. I wonder if you'll think of me in a different moment, if you'll look back with smile or disdain. I wonder if this is the same as we trick ourselves to say, if it's an opposite illusion; or exactly the same. It's only the thought of staying too long and losing myself in another, forgetting what I came here for. I wonder if you'll ever know because it was all lost in translation.