By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.

so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?

What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?