From wintery slopes above the world below
Like feathers shimmering white; fluttering falling snow
Just the two together waiting embracing tight
Frozen breath, hand in hand; a tiny village at night

"This snow [bad word] again, just like that day back then"
You whisper with a smile as we think to when we met
Flushing red I hid my face away from the heat
Sheltered in the shadows cast by your sleeve over me

Finally spring [bad word] again
Together with the birds I sing a [bad word] with this endless breath of happiness
"When you sing, everything's beautiful" are the words you said to me
That alone, those words you spoke, brought me joy that I could not express

"If there's a day my voice has gone away; if I can't sing anymore,
Would you still be here with me; would you still love me as you did before?"
"But of course," was your reply to me as you smiled gently
And I knew if I'm with you, I would wish for nothing more

One summer afternoon when leaves were dappled blue
You tired as your sickness left you weaker than you knew
What we had living together could not afford
Remedies that were needed for curing you

So day by painful day, with no more time to waste,
While weaving at the loom I close my eyes and keep my faith
With these hands I fight the fluttering autumn leaves
Unlike their death, I couldn't let your life slip away

And so the seasons turn with time
The summer ending echoes with the [bad word] of the crickets chirping their goodbyes
"You hold beauty in your fingertips" are the words you said to me
Though you cradle my wounded hands while your own were cold as winter ice...

"If there's a day my hands have lost their glow and I can't weave anymore
Would you still be here with me; would you still love me as you did before?"
"But of course" was your reply to me as you coughed into your sleeve
And your hands, so much larger as they held the pain within my own

No time to sleep, I need to weave, I need to heal you somehow
--Ah, in the chilly sunset's breeze--
I'm racing time, it's flying by, your medication for its worth
--Swaying there decaying [bad word] slowly--
More, just a little more, just a little; Racing against the leaves fluttering
--On and on again, dying out, 'til the end--
Keep fighting 'til my fingers are nothing... Weaving until the feathers are all gone..

"If there's a day when I am not the same, not human anymore,
Would you still be here with me; would you still love me as you did before?"
To be honest I still fear the [bad word] so I left it all untold
Reaching out, drifting down, the final feather falls alone...

"But of course" I whisper smiling just as I have done before
Keep my promise to embrace you; without wings I'll love you even more
And that crane which once so beautifully had taken flight that winter day
I'll remember for forever how you spread your wings and soared