One day I lost her. She's out of my sight among the crowd, the megalopolis had virtually swallowed her. Relentlessly, I started to look for her. I had to find her. She was somehow only a few steps away from here, only a few steps away from me. On every corner, I seemed to see her. Without her, I'm lost. I only see life in black and white. Street after street, I wander randomly with this single goal. Sometimes pursuing a silhouette only to realize once again that this is not her. My life will not resume its meaning and color hues until we cross paths again.