Ellen Tsai
The piano keys are filled with light
The stained glass windows
decorated with Gothic churches
Whoever plays a piece of
A piece of wandering melancholy
Following the direction of the piano, I saw
Roses clinging to eighteenth-century oil paintings
There
At the side.
Quietly admiring
Wondering
Your romance
Looking
Is it always the same
a a fu shou
a a fu shou
yap so so sorry
so so so
moderato
andantino
portmento
fortissimo
The thief he stole
The abbot said no
I woke up from a dream
All was not there
I stood in Prague's square at dusk
At the wishing fountain I cast my hopes
The doves with their backs to the setting sun
It was too beautiful to look at
Prague's square with its deserted corridors
I was dancing and twirling alone
Not far from where you were singing from afar
You really aren't used to being without me
The thief he steals
The monk says no
The dream wakes up and I've got to get out of here. p>
I woke up from a dream
Nothing at all
I just stood in Prague's twilight square
Casting my hopes in the wishing fountain
The flock of pigeons with their backs to the setting sun
The image was too beautiful to look at
The deserted corridors of Prague's squares
I was dancing and spinning alone
Not far from where you were chanting far away
You're singing from afar
You really can't get used to it without me
In Prague's twilight squares
The wishing fountain
The flock of doves with their backs to the setting sun
It's too beautiful to look at
Prague's squares, the crowded theater
The quiet alleyways, a cafe
I'm checking out, you're cooking
I'm dancing and spinning alone. >I'm checking out and you're making gumbo
That's the answer at the end of the story It feels like this one is more like it