I ask the passing wind for news... Of how my people fare, but wind keeps silence on the truth and speaks of no despair.

Have you ever looked through glass?
You see straight through it,
But you don't know what's inside.
I see you on the other side.

Push it, Smash it, Break it,
You want to get at me.
Only when glass shatters,
The truth really matters.

Chink, Chink, Chink.

I hear you now,
But listen?
I don't understand.

Palm to palm,
Fingertip to fingertip,
Cold, hard glass.
Why can't I feel you ?

Have you ever looked through glass?
I know you; you know me.
It's clear now.
Crack...