while i'm still young

with the brushing of our shoulders, i lived a life with you, we had a son or daughter who had my eyes, and your laughter echoed after you, all of this in a brief stare, a fleeting glimpse of happiness shared, that made our bodies burn and shiver, as we passed each other unaware, i am not to think of your face, of your name, for when i do, you are there, lying next to another, i can only wonder, lesse mon cour vous abondonne, depuis je suis encore jeune