How far would you travel to see my face?
How many times have you ever dreamt of me?
And how much do you miss me?
How many lifetimes have our hearts known each other?
Being with you and not being with you is how I count time..
Maybe that is why time with me is kind.
in the end, nothing of all this counting matters..
it is just another nonsense
what you can count does not matter and what you cannot, does..
What you can count, does not count and what you cannot, does..