Your existence was insignificant; 

         my eyes were blinded from the sight of you. 

    We had probably crossed paths once, not that it mattered to me.

Now, it is you who I search for among anonymous faces on the street.

    Because your presence is indeed significant,

         because the sight of you is satisfyingly pleasant.
    You make me feel important and salient.
I hope to be the one beside you on the street;    

    Hand in hand, bound by a promise on which we've agreed.
    Because for every change in me,
          contains a fragment of you,
               and every depth that I fall into,
                   just know that it's headed for you.