Tao bells sing a chorus in that divine evening

Me flying on the peaks of snow covered mountains as a Zen spirit

My soul is soaked in the chillness of these meditating mountains

People ask me my name, I lied, I lied, and I lied to people at places wherever I go

Nobody knows who I am, I am in disguise, nobody knows me, but I know ‘I am on the way’

I know that I would reach you soon; yes I know the stories of your reincarnations

I know which roles you had taken in these previous incarnations, I was behind you,

Just behind one step, I tried to make you aware of my presence

But I started to like that way, I started loving it, this following your steps..

I like to see you as that innocent girl who knew me.....

One moment of your sight, it is satori, it is liberation.

I am one step behind you, but you keep on moving, I liked to follow you

I know your memory faded, I realize my memory faded, we lost our past good days

I lost you, since that, I was in exile, in disguise, following you

Like a ghost, until this moment....

But I am fed up with this life of an echo

I am fed up of my silent existence....and now I want to shout

And I am shouting from this mountain tops, from this drowsy village,

From this ancient temple, from this museum of real art

from this painting, from this neurosis

Listen my voices, end my search, and

give some meaning to my existence....

I am behind you,

One step back...Look back...