The golden seasons fallen I feel the months of mourning came I catch the last ray of the sun The essence of my dream Hear the wind plays a melody While the leaves fall slowly down Wistful eyes A pity sigh listen when the winter sounds We fade away by the cold of the day Like a flame dies in the rain When the silence comes again And the fallen leaves cover the fields Taken by the breeze of a silent symphony A poem of the withered woods Is carved in their bark Told about forgotten times The speech of olden rhymes Upon the sky fall opens up his eyes And the silence returns Frozen tide Immortalized in this circle of time