December

A year to restore the loss Four seasons I can hear everything that I've said Four seasons About beauty and love And loss and longing And none of it contains The essence of learning Will I become an old woman? Four seasons How many have faded in and out of this ruin? Birth, old age, sickness and death The four seasons Live all four of these And you can say you have lived And do I still care? Am I full of it? The mountains, the forest, the sea The four seasons The body betrays itself The body, it heals itself An aberrant alchemy Without responsibility Without responsibility Without responsibility