The hazy sunshine's symptom of summer
Filters through the spring brought leaves...

Breathing in I taste summer's scent
I see the swarming colours of spring...

Starting from a word
He placed his heart so bare...

Out in the garden
Where the flowers grow...

Flickering, flashing memories
Dancing across a hidden screen...

Woken up by the morning sun
Drifting hazily though my curtains...

The endless sigh drifts with the wind
Winding, whistling, on the breeze...

Again and again
I return to this place...

At the end of the wilderness
There is a broken swing...

Those chords of life struck their beat
Narrating the chaos of defeat...

Oh fair times that fate bestow
Happy days without sorrow or woe...

Black liquid crystal
The crisp line appears...