As fresh and pink as a perfect blossom,
Who could ever fathom, indeed,
That this pure child was no maiden?
Lost in the arms of a dream
Found again on a cloud of illusion and ecstasy
Giving so willingly and trustfully
What she will never have again.
Seasons change, and the woman gazes
Out to a dawn no longer promising sweet nothings
That caress the heart and soul
Like a careless lover's fingers
Gazing out, dreaming now of shattered illusions
Where once there was love, now is sorrow
Where once there were flowers, now is dust
Where once there was hope, now is pain.
"Return" she weeps, entreats Fate to be kind
But he, the one of her dreams, is gone
And Fate turns deafly away
Embraced by a velvet darkness.
"Rest, rest, my love," she softly calls.
Will she rush to join him and
Her childhood innocence as well?
Or face the woman's life
Where great joy and great misery
Smiling, with no hint of bitterness now,
She casts into the open embrace of the zephyr,
That stirs from its silent rest,
A rainbow of petals
Bidding the wind and the sea
To give them, as a goodbye kiss,
To one who watches from afar.