Show me those scaffolding,
what lies behind the real,
that is only one face,
of what we call reality.
Who builds the stage, where you and I perform?
it looks like cardboard,
look how it fell,
look how it cracked...
Show me those sketches,
the blueprint of creation, < br/>that everything is connected,
it is rumored that there are not two of us,
one is only you and I...
it is rumored that we are not two,
only one It's you and me...
And if I leave, what will happen?
. there will be a return, to this reality, to this side of reality....