The curtain draws open on secrets of the dusk singing by the river our voices raised up the trees in the orchard bend toward the sound of leaves in the autumn that fall upon the ground
Weathered in winter, borne up in spring dying in the summer, till the rains come again we dance in the garden and wait for the call of leaves in the autumn that fall upon the ground
We drink from our cup, the sweet poison burns one dies for longing, and one dies to learn the flowers of passion rage all around as leaves in the autumn fall upon the ground