Oh, at the beginning of songs,
The "oh" is written down.
It's sweet, it's bitter,
It's dreamy as well.
Oh, it's you who's leaving, it's you who's pulling away,
Where are you going, and why are you wandering off?
Hours are lost in streams,
And the hours emerge in the mountains.1
Oh, songs are like wishes, and they take them with them.
In scents, in colours,
In music that's given freely.
1. Probably meaning that time spent can show up in the most unexpected of places.