Music streams down in drops,
notes dancing through my veins.
Do you know what melody they play?
The mysterious song of a clear summer evening.

I can imagine us in the mountains,
higher than all the world.
I can imagine us in the forest,
with birds flying close.

This longing strings my heart with no peace,
twilight casting light on our faces.
"Did you imagine us here?"
"I hadn’t, but I wanted it."

A sudden blow strikes my head—
a comet from the sky, cutting me down.