That blue robe of mine lets me use bold strokes of ink to paint scenes of joy and sorrow;
That blue robe of mine lets me hide my features and quietly play a part in other people's lives;
That blue robe of mine lets me leave my most dazzling beauty behind in other people's lives;
In this world, there is someone like you, for whom I would gladly don that blue robe;
But without that blue robe, where would I be?
Perhaps by your side, or maybe living only in the depths of your heart,
I hope you can sit in a rocking chair and join me as we count the affections of days gone by,
I hope you can stay by my side and walk on with me, never leaving,
But when the winds of history roar past,
And no trace of the past remains,
In the long river of fate,
Apart from that blue robe,
I am, it seems,
Alone.
