You and I are bipolarly different,

Our dialogue's thought provoking,

but rather deliberate...

You and I are half-breed and cautious

but we miss the same things

[lonely days without you got me nauseous]

Every talk hides a story within a story

And my dreams are becoming your new territory

Would you notice me there in a crowded place,

If you met me once, would you embrace?

But so far we've been involved in the everyday race

We're running the errands of ours, we chase

Counting down the months, the days and the hours... therefore days are numbered,

[therefore, they are mine]

Unless we meet up at the line...

with the friendly temptation

The line that is called 'demarcation'