The Bygone Days by eatthemooncake Lyrics

You know, when I think of the word “human,”
All that fills my brain is all that escapes the heart.
Take a first guess, and imagine yourself humane—
No, drop your ease, it’s about what departs
From your lips, your eyesight, your—everything.
A day in the life is a drawing of art
Shelved in the hearth, and remains apart
For the simplest of all reasons—
        To preserve your identity.
If someone taps you on the shoulder, saying
“Who are you?” take it as an autobiography:
A story to be foretold, in firm hold of both hands
A story on the repeat, sitting on a reserved seat
A story living in the heart telling, “I will not depart”

Stand upon a cliff and lift your arms,
And shout out the days of your life
—The bygone days are here
        Instilled forever in my heart
        Wherever I go, it will appear,
        Spilt in the river on the earth
In every single day of the past
There lies a truth that awaits it owner:
Although each day has its last,
It stays as time passes; we grow older