I thought you were at the sky,
As I didn\'t receive your call.
Here I am thinking about you,
Fearing that you didn\'t fall.
I hope I was speaking with you in your dream,
As I have no one to speak to.
You are the pure water of the stream,
Me the fish living in it.
I see your images here and there,
Being far away from you is my greatest fear.
So here I am still waiting,
As the sun goes down, thinking about you,
Waiting to put the crown on your head.