December

A year to restore the loss
Four seasons
I can hear everything that I've said
Four seasons

About beauty and love
And loss and longing
And none of it contains
The essence of learning

Will I become an old woman?
Four seasons
How many have faded in and out of this ruin?
Birth, old age, sickness and death
The four seasons
Live all four of these
And you can say you have lived

And do I still care?
Am I full of it?
The mountains, the forest, the sea
The four seasons

The body betrays itself
The body, it heals itself
An aberrant alchemy
Without responsibility
Without responsibility
Without responsibility