Story Behind the Song
The song was written in a lonely night. I think it broadcasts a little bit of a feeling of lonelyness, sometimes sadness and then again joy and safety. It's hard to express what I really want to express with it. The song does not have voice, but though it has lyrics. I was reminded on the poem of Walter de la Mare, November, that I like very much. So I decided to make this poem the lyrics for this song.
Lyrics
There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
Walter De La Mare
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