Passed by,
Glimmering dusks, on quiet lakes,
Hiding in unsaid words.
Cold tides,
Echoes of chasing words having just gone,
In a darkening sky.
You shouldn't ask…
You shouldn't ask…
Bright dawns,
Longing for days, thoughts full of life,
We were blinded by dreams.
Lying hopes,
wonderful visions of so serene days
Faded by obscure times
You shouldn't ask…
You shouldn't ask…
Where are… all these days gone by?
Where are… last year melted snows?
Where are… Lord tell me
Where are…
can you ask?