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 on a winter morning
I'm glad i got all my books and clothes back
They don't have your scent anymore
After years and years and years bent at your feet
Now i lift up, i feel so much more strong
And i wish you could give a direction to your life now
'Cause i won't be present to make guesses
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 on a winter morning