In the while an alphorn laments to a series of percussion instruments, a woman recites Japanese poetry.
I have met my love.Such a strange but lovely composition. It's one of my favorites and it's hard to find its mate, or songs of similar composition to play alongside it. I am with little energy these past few days. Such wild musical forays leave me depleted and it's hard to maintain a mental pace. I am grateful for this song.
When I compare this present
With feelings of the past,
My passion is now as if
I have never loved before.
Though I know indeed
That the night will come again
After day has dawned,
Still, in truth, I hate the sight
Of the morning's coming light.
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