The keys are filled with light
The stained-glass windows
decorate the Gothic churches
Whoever plays a piece of
A piece of wandering melancholy
Seeing in the direction of the piano
The roses clinging to the eighteenth-century paintings
Side by side
A quiet admiration
Thinking of your romance
When you're in the middle of it all
Looking on
Quietly admiring
Wondering
Your romance
Looking at
Is it always the same
a a fu shou
a a fu shou
yap so so sorry
so so so
andantino
portmento
fortissimo
The thief he stole
The monk said no
The dream woke up and I
And everything is gone