A Cafe Where Chansons Play
Rain falls outside the window of the cafe
where chansons play.
The sight of the woman in the rain,
beneath the gray streetlights, is pitiful.
Is loneliness deeper when there are two people than when one is alone?
… Memories do not return …
In the cafe where chansons play,
there is a forgotten love,
without needing to romanticize memories anew,
The love of youth carries the scent of eternity in every kiss,
In the cafe where chansons play,
the sound of rain is heard.
With the love in the thick fog,
… and the sound of stepping on fallen leaves …
there is a forgotten love.
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