"A silver spring in a nighttime...
A silver spring in a nighttime field, rises up from far distant depths.
The tears of the snake that's lived a thousand years,
trying to bring the beautiful mayfly back to life a thousand times,
weeping tears of love.
A thousand springs, sparkling live silver."
A silver spring in a nighttime field, rises up from far distant depths.
The tears of the snake that's lived a thousand years,
trying to bring the beautiful mayfly back to life a thousand times,
weeping tears of love.
A thousand springs, sparkling live silver."
— Greecian poem
At the bottom of the deep, clear sea
A small flower is resting
The melody of a gentle wind
Passes through a rainbow
The fish are playing in the sky
Everyone plays the music of love
A warm light came down
(A gaze) That gaze
Is unbound and becomes full
Embraced by water
A small flower is resting
The melody of a gentle wind
Passes through a rainbow
The fish are playing in the sky
Everyone plays the music of love
A warm light came down
(A gaze) That gaze
Is unbound and becomes full
Embraced by water
— "Water's Rest", Origa
