A stage:
(By the window, darkest night)
Imagine what it would be like...!
No fulfillment, nor hope inside,
could I endure this sadest fate
if loneliness was all...?
(Scene cut)

"Will I ever find the one
I've waiting for a thousand years?
But the answer to this question lies
within the confines of your (hopes and) fears.
Heal me, feel me, reveal and seal me!
Shed a light upon my lonely soul!"
But there is no-one (no other being)
On the outside to make you whole...
(Scene cut)

"Twelve faces shape the unholy circle,
one mask for every opportunity.
Yet this sphere must remain incomplete...
- (as) in its centre the thirteenth mask is me."
If love was something I could feel,
at least some kind of cheerfulness...
- but i feel nothing, drowned in pain,
half-frozen in my emptiness.
Beyond this veneer of friendliness
lies my true face that no-one knows.
This mask's a lie, so obvious and sad,
my heart is empty and all is cold.

The same stage:
(On the staircase, some other night)
Imagine, what it would be like,
if love was really all...!
Then I'd truly be alone
without a resting place or a final home,
if love was really all...
"Confide a secret to me,
and I'll keep it to myself!
I'm like a temple built of sadness,
trustworthy like a grave..."
(Scene cut)