Fiona's

The mist eddied round the old house
I packed up and left
That was a chill autumn morning
A leaf dropped as sun light dancing on your face
You tucked my into your arms
Whispering words in a foreign language
Those mellifluous sounds whirled in my brain
Reminding me that white creamy heart on top of my coffee
So I sighed,
S’il me dit que c’est le dernie’re fois
Je voudrais te voir en quitter la porte
Je veux t’embrass, encore une fois
S’il me dit que c’est le dernie’re fois. J’entend ton nom
Je voudrais Filmer chaque sc’ene de foi
Pour moi se souvenir de toi

(If I knew this was the last time,
I would see you walk through that door.
I would like to hold you once more.
If I knew this was the last time to hear your name,
I would remember every picture of you.
So I can treasure them for the rest of my life.)

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French: Adopted from Set Me Free by YiDa Huang