Last Vestige Of Old Joy

Once we played in this forest

In the shade of the tall trees

At the dawn of this particular time.

But many an aeon has passed since

And many a fate has changed.

But many an aeon has passed since

And many a fate has changed.

...and our great woods died.

No new seeds have been planted for ages

And those that were

Have been torn out from the soil.

Once we played in this forest...