Purple Stone
For: Zi Shi Li Campise
On the streets of Beijing she's walking,
she's waiting, she's dreaming of love.
In her heart are happy and sad things,
memories, hopes and dreams,
happiness and tears.
The kind of thoughts and feelings
that went through her heart and mind
on the day that she walked with true love,
on the day he would go home
to the other side of the world,
leaving her on the streets of Beijing alone.
On the streets of Beijing she's traveling
in a taxi she sits alone.
Only dreams of the day,
the whisper in her ear,
the first time she heard him say
"I love you".
The first time his lips kissed her
the first day she met love
and the last day she'd see love.
Now memories, in a taxi,
traveling the streets of Beijing alone.
On the streets of Tianjin she's weeping.
She’s traveling the street to her home.
As she turns the corner of the street
of the place where she sleeps,
is the place where
he got down on his knee.
On the finger of her hand is a ring from this man,
time went so fast,
soon this place they would pass,
on the day that these lovers would part,
both, weeping on the streets of Tianjin.
On the streets of Tianjin she daydreams
as she passes the place of their love.
She must pass it in the morning,
she will pass it in the evening,
she doesn't want to stop the dreaming
of the memories of the love.
On the streets of Beijing and the streets of Tianjin
there is love, there is hope, there are dreams.
A day when the eyes of true lovers will meet,
the day that they both travel home,
leaving Tianjin and Beijing, together in love.
Paul Li Campisi
2003
