清白之年

Before the story began, those first springs

Sunlight spilled on poplars, wind blew, silver gleamed

Streets were calm and warm, the clock moved so slow

That was an age when I knew not the taste of life

My heart not yet stirred, your shirt white as snow

Waiting for poplar leaves to fall, unblinking eyes

Words unspoken lingered in our hearts

Awaiting the future that would soon dress up and arrive

People drift with the wind, skies part ways

In the dust forgotten, a face of innocence

This life is so strained, this body crosses oceans

Skimming over long years, humming vague tunes

Countless fleeting years, faces that seem and are not

Tell me your story, let me laugh with tears

Is life too hard, or is it vibrant and fragrant?

We are all bruised, and slowly our hearts turn cold

Did you get what you wanted? In exchange, a heart of stone

Is there anyone left who can still make you dream?

The strong wind comes, we drift with it

In the dust forgotten, a face of innocence

This life is so cold, this body crosses oceans

Skimming over long years, humming vague tunes

The strong wind comes, we drift with it

In the dust extinguished, a clear-eyed gaze

I want to look back, tell the story from the start

Time never returns, life will not come again