That fragrance blows from far-off time.
Inside of the dream which traces back a time;
Inside of the dream in which a deep fog tries to cover all;
The promise made once never disappears.
I listen to each other's past voices;
And open the cover of a forbidden book.
Many flowers are flying;
Like birds flapping.
They hurry up us, but;
Keep your calm...
If your kiss such as the holy water revivify me;
I may escape my sense from the outside world;
To grasp any scene of moment;
And I will go to promised time with you.
That fragrance blows from far-off time.
We're still breathing on that other side.