Crystal tears,
So clean and pure...

Cold, frozen, rigid-bare
Floating through the air without a care...

Memories flood back into your heart,
As you hold me in your arms...

Colors break through my fingers,
Like a prism in the night...

What's the fruit of love?
Does it even exist...

Settling down from its normal rush of pace,
The wind slows down to show me the way...

One day,
It'll all make sense...