Lucky Day - Sa Dingding

It’s cold outside

And a silver cloud has blown over the morning skyline

There is no sound other than my heartbeat

And the snowflakes dance like fireflies.

In the distance, a billboard shines through the mist

And on it, I can read my name, and a short message:

«To live outside of time is to be free.

Have a nice life!»

Traffic is heavy,

And rain has fallen on the city.

To one side of me, I hear a voice.

It is a man without a face,

But he has a book written in a language I cannot understand.

Seventeen people enter the while building at the same time

And the clock has stopped at nine.

On the elevator wall is written:

«Only love can set you free.

This is your lucky day.»

And so I say to myself:

Maybe this is what I’ve been waiting for.

Maybe this is the moment.

Maybe this

Is what it means to be free.

Time itself is frozen.

Somewhere, a telephone is ringing.

(Is that for me? Can that be for me?)

There is a voice there,

And it’s one I’ve heard before.

It could have been a dream, or at least,

Another place, another time.

«Perhaps we can rendez-vous?

Put a name to a face, or a face to a name.»

But already I know

What it is he has to say.

«Only by leaving can you truly arrive.

Have a nice life!»

And so I say to myself,

Maybe this is what I’ve been waiting for.

Maybe this is the moment.

Maybe this will be my lucky day.

It’s cold outside

And a silver cloud has blown over the morning skyline.

There is no sound other than my heartbeat,

And the snowflakes dance like fireflies.