1874
Still have not chanced upon that one true lover of mine;have you not yet appeared, or have you already passed?
I suspect, in some realm, in some yearon some day before I was brought to this world,there existed someone waiting for my lovesleepless for me every night
We never got to know each other, and you were goneThis person truly exists, but is like a fictional characterCould they* be destined to come with mebut went to the wrong era?
If my lover was born lonesomely in 1874exactly 100 years early, a centuryThen if they had stubbornly waited a whole life,would the rainy season befall the barren land?
Why was I not born on time in 1874to stumble upon you, guard you, grow old with you?If we had not met but had lived in the same agewe still could live and die together
We never got to know each other, and you were goneThis person truly exists, but is like a fictional characterCould they be destined to come with mebut went to the wrong era?
If my lover was born lonesomely in 1874exactly 100 years early, a centuryThen if they had stubbornly waited a whole life,would the rainy season befall the barren land?
Why was I not born on time in 1874to stumble upon you, guard you, grow old with you?Even if we could not meet somewhere of peacewith you, we could journey the war-torn lands
Why was I not born on time in 1874to hold your arm and escape all night?If we were separated under the warring sky in the same agewe still could live and die together