Few times do I feel the breeze of a cold night
So I recall the words of lovers sadly in the sun, unending sun:
"We will run forever with the hot timpani bang!"
As the sound recedes, bored lover falls asleep and disappears
Horns surrounding me
Sing so forcefully and high
Moon,
They forget how soft heart is
Unfolding over time
Heart,
Don't forget how young we are
We wander softly
Seen through a window
My love blurred, mute and slow
I offer roses to nothing
The answer absent