(Nits)
So many years
And the river flows down
So many
It is hard to count them
And so many years
I am standing there
On this stone bridge
Now
Like sand flows
Through my fingers
The water flows under me
So forgotten in the city smoke
So many years
I`ve tried to find a photograph
Taken somewhere here
It`s a sad day
Sand through my fingers
Time
Same old river
Now
You
Smile
