Maybe when you sing this time,
the dust and radiance of twillight cosmos,
would dance away without reason,
amongst pure starlit tears and jewels,
that lead the paths,
and your face would blossom,
into the fire and mystery of angels,
an autum flower is listening to love,
and finally you rest in the heart of days,
we sing as one now.
Maybe I knew this moment before,
like in the night of our longing,
a frozen icicle broke into a flame,
showering earth wlth flashing fragments,
and we sing as one now.