"Where is the friend I seek? My longing rises with the sun.
Night fades, in vain I call his name.
I see his traces, I know he is there.
I feel him where the flowers sweeten the air.
Where saplings sprout, and wheat thrives.
He is the breeze that caresses me.
The scent for which I long.
I hear his voice blend into the summer's song."
Night fades, in vain I call his name.
I see his traces, I know he is there.
I feel him where the flowers sweeten the air.
Where saplings sprout, and wheat thrives.
He is the breeze that caresses me.
The scent for which I long.
I hear his voice blend into the summer's song."
- Emilie, quoting lines from a song
