Breeze In The Leaves (epilogue)

It's a whistling breeze through the willow trees

It can take you high, tangled up with the sky

Diverting passions in our mansions

Flying like a bird twirling round far from Earth

And when it lands down, leaves and tears are gone

It's a whistling breeze through the willow trees

Spirit of forest never leaves the nest

Back on a big bough, the swallow stamps from joy

Then strikes up the whistle, feel the sound which heals

Which runs up the slopes, which made real our hope

Magnificent scene on the path to ruin

Some thoughtful knew that shadows would fly soon

Scanning dark aces, in skies they saw faces

Of crying sad men, letting fall inheritance

And when it lands down, leaves and tears are gone

Magnificent view soon lead to its tomb

Shivering, trembling, the painting is fading

Earth starts to rumble souls fly like bubble

Then explode and die, the whistle fades with cries

And runs down the slopes, it made real our hopes...