I am love, the Wind speaks to me.
I smile and trust and play like a child, and my Wind takes me in his arms.
I am love, the Wind speaks to me.

And then there’s only silence. And love. And Wind. And I am gone in a second, because my time passes when I don’t want it to and because my time doesn’t pass at all when I want it to.

I am love, I speak to the Wind.
But the Wind doesn’t smile, nor does it trust, nor does it play like a child.
And I am left with no one to take in my arms.
In the end, I’m not even love.