I heard you're alone
And also heard you're trying to learn with the mistakes you've done in the past
At first, I suffered, but now I can handle this kind of pain
I'll feel better with the time
It was as if my pupils were dilated
And after a long time, they returned to the usual
I still can't see everything clear
But the sepia images are being colored gradually
An oil-painted picture, a small patch
An empty seat in the last train
Tears falling to the floor laden with feeling
Or just a random meeting in a winter morning
I still see you in the smoke of a cigarette
I'm glad I got back all my books and clothes
They don't have your scent anymore
After this long time, I feel strong
And I wish you could give a direction to your life now
'Cause I won't be present to make guesses
I won't be alone, and I think you should know this truth
I lifted my head after years bent at your feet
