Cold and wet day, rain hectoring all down to the last pedestrian
A tired man stepped into a corner shop he never noticed before.

Warm glow from fireplace, neat stacks of books bedside a sofa
He sat down and gave his eyes to the ceiling, all worry melted.

The next time he heard the tinkling bell, the door opened again
Felt like a spell lifted, a teacup clanked. Ten years had passed.

Qui jetait le sort?
C'est l'ennui.

Frantic searching for lost moments
Wrinkles he never noticed before.

The curtains parted and on the stage, old
Sorrow pasted its stamp on his forehead.

You said I could have the night, you withdrew
pleasure and left love humiliated, a used tissue.