| Let me tell you a secret, one from | 
| accross the divide; | 
| when I saw you | 
| with her that day, I… | 
| …I don’t know how I felt, | 
| to be honest. | 
| Confused, maybe, | 
| at first and sad, because of the usual, | 
| but just for a moment…- | 
| and then it all changed. | 
| Because there was also another | 
| sensation, one I had never | 
| encountered before: | 
| a genuine pleasance, | 
| a warmth overcame me, and I was | 
| surprised that the only cause for this | 
| was the fact that YOU were happy, | 
| and to witness this fortune | 
| that wasn’t my own, was enought yet | 
| for me to abandon my sadness | 
| and delight in the joy… | 
| …that you clearly had found. | 
| But then, as it is with a mind that is | 
| tidal, at the end of the day the sadness | 
| returned, along with the cruelty of my | 
| condition: forever denied… what now | 
| became hers. | 
| To put it more bluntly: I pitied myself. | 
| I sat there and cried and sobbed like | 
| a fool that nature had built me in such | 
| a foul way…- that I will never be | 
| what she is to you. | 
| Yet, as I compared my grey solitude | 
| to the golden halo of your blissful joy, | 
| that warmth from before once more | 
| overcame me and stayed in my heart | 
| till this very day. | 
| So, let me tell you a secret now: | 
| it’s almost like I am no longer myself, | 
| I am bathed in a wonderful feeling…- | 
| for I now that you’re happy and well. |