Through the sun and ice,
Fire flames and icy winds.
Near the rocky cliff of the ocean,
To the mist of forgotten minds.
The salty tears over the cheeks
Running through the undulating waves.
Through death to life
To reincarnation of a blooming ring.
You will come again.
Over the golden sun,
Through the wet spring meadow -
To me.
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