In a treetop, I land  
hoping soon return 
to the open hand, 
the home that melts 
my chocolate dreams,
with the sweet...

Sweetness of being transparent,
but nobody saw me; 
somehow, the audience was sorry.

They also wanted to be noticed,
'cause they had never been loved.

How can we find each other 
if you can't find me 
				in this fog?

				In this foggy theatre, 
time crossed the fate
that wonders how can 
I touch you if I can't 
				love me?

The theatre is closed
as I forget who I am,
where I was, what did I do 
to become me 'cause 
	this 'me' is
 				you,
 	the freedom
 to be 'me'.  
 							Now,
the theatre is open
as I remember who I am,
where I was, what did I do
to become me 'cause 
	this 'me' is 
				dreaming,
		feeling,
eternity
as love.

The theatre of life is what we remember who I am, where I was, and what I did to become me. All those memories will endure probably through this life, and then I will be free of them after I die. Will I? Will I not? Matter it does not… If in love I live. If love I am.
Signature Lina Ru