From the misty eyes
that didn't look back,
curtains fell down,
dust flew up.
But I can see everything the way it is
with the sharpness that almost causes tears.
I don't want to step into the same river.
I'll turn the stream
to make it go up, not down.
I don't want to step into the same river
and swim in it.
The sources of love are drying.
From my lips sweet
and full of nice words,
today I'll only say
that we won't start again,
that I guess I already know too much.
For wisdom, I'll pay by sleep.
I don't want to step into the same river.
I'll turn the stream
to make it go up, not down.
I don't want to step into the same river
and swim in it.
The sources of love are drying.
It wasn't bad and this life was meaningful
but I can't afford to go through it once again.
I don't want to step into the same river.
I'll turn the stream
to make it go up, not down.
I don't want to step into the same river
and swim in it.
The sources of love are drying.