I bought a little fish today
For my new glass-jar...

She was autumn, he was winter
She was spring when he was summer...

We took some thread with short pale fingers
And we cross-stitched the moon to place...

When I was small I wrote a letter
There was no sender, no postal code...

Like something torn apart from summer time
A seagull in this frozen land...

The moon is sleeping high above
A caravan in winter 's cold...

Being the storm
Sing another winter tale...

Sounds of feet as the subway empties
What an echo of a day...

You went so far to see your home in flames
with font the blur horizon...

Fearful and so close to dread
Time had come and sail he set...

My final fall
It was so many years ago...

For all my memories…
And tales of misty waterfalls...