This is a poetic tribute to the Renaissance master who was neither god nor myth — but saw what even gods dared not say. This song reimagines Leonardo not as a man seeking fame, but as a soul mapping the unknown, questioning flight, time, and the structure of beauty itself. From his mirrored notebooks to the quiet enigma of Mona Lisa’s gaze, this is a lyrical reflection on how one man’s mind opened the door to the future — and how his eye still watches us, asking: Have we learned how to ask why?

我看见你　画中有谜

不是微笑　是秘密

(嗯～嗯～嗯，哼～～喔咿～)

风穿过文艺复兴的门

时间悄悄凝固在你眼睛里

你不是画家（不不不）　也不是科学家

你是永恒的疑问　在历史缝隙挣扎

一页页笔记　像星辰在夜里发亮

左手写反字　右脑在飞翔

(飞～飞～翔 哒哒哒)

你问：鸟能飞，我为何不能？

你画：心脏剖面　比爱情还认真

维特鲁威的人在圆与方中旋转

而你，在世界之外　静静观看

(哈~！)

你说：“美不是答案，是过程。”

每一笔　都在寻找可能

你画的不只是脸（b-b-b-face）

是时间，是空间，是灵魂的投影

达·芬奇啊，你不是神

却看见了上帝没说的部分

你让石头动了　让风有了念头

在画布上　构造宇宙的入口

不是为了名声，不是为了黄金

你画出我们都不敢问的风景

达·芬奇啊，你的笔

让未来　开始思考自己

我看见你　画中有谜

不是微笑　是秘密

(嗯～嗯～嗯，哼～～喔咿～)

风穿过文艺复兴的门

时间 悄悄凝固在你眼睛里

你从来没完工的梦

藏在《最后的晚餐》背后

你不愿解释的微笑

还在卢浮宫静静闪耀

达·芬奇啊，你不是神

却把人类的无知照成灯

你让思想发芽　让世界分层

在无声处　我们听见永恒

达·芬奇啊，你不是神

却看见了上帝没说的部分

你让石头动了 让风有了念头

在画布上　构造宇宙的入口

不是为了名声，不是为了黄金

你画出我们都不敢问的风景

达·芬奇啊，你的笔

让未来　开始思考自己

那不是画　是你的一只眼

还在看我们

是否学会了

如何去问

我看见你　画中有谜

不是微笑　是秘密

(嗯～嗯～嗯，哼～～喔咿～)

风穿过文艺复兴的门

时间悄悄凝固在你眼睛里

English Translation:

I see you — a riddle on canvas

Not a smile, but a secret

(Mm~ mm~ mm, hmm~~ oh-ee~)

The wind slips through Renaissance doors

And time quietly freezes in your eyes

You’re not a painter (no, no, no), not just a man of science

You are an eternal question, trembling through history’s silence

Each page of notes — like stars in midnight skies

Left hand writes backwards, right brain flies

(Fly~ fly~ high, da-da-da)

You asked: “Birds can fly — why can’t I?”

You drew the human heart with love more precise than eyes

Vitruvian man spins in circles and squares

While you — just watch, from somewhere out there

(Ha~!)

You said: “Beauty is not the answer — it’s the search.”

Each line seeks meaning beyond the church

You didn’t just paint a face (b-b-b-face)

You mapped time, you drew space — the soul’s own trace

Da Vinci — no, you weren’t divine

But saw what even gods chose to hide

You moved the stones, you gave wind a thought

On canvas, you carved out the universe’s knot

Not for glory, not for gold

You drew the landscapes we fear to behold

Da Vinci — your sacred hand

Let the future learn how to understand

I see you — a riddle on canvas

Not a smile, but a secret

(Mm~ mm~ mm, hmm~~ oh-ee~)

The wind slips through Renaissance doors

And time quietly freezes in your eyes

Your unfinished dreams

Hide behind The Last Supper’s gleam

That smile you refused to explain

Still glows inside the Louvre’s silent frame

Da Vinci — no, you weren’t divine

But lit the dark with thoughts like fireflies

You made minds bloom, split truth in layers

In silence, we heard something greater

Da Vinci — no, you weren’t divine

But saw what even gods left undefined

You moved the stones, gave wind desire

And opened the sky with a painter’s wire

Not for glory, not for gold

You drew the questions we’re scared to hold

Da Vinci — your sacred hand

Let the future learn to understand

That was not a painting — it was your eye

Still watching us

Asking

Have we learned yet

How to ask why?

I see you — a riddle on canvas

Not a smile, but a secret

(Mm~ mm~ mm, hmm~~ oh-ee~)

The wind slips through Renaissance doors

And time quietly freezes in your eyes