I am nothing more than a seasonal wind.
A brief taste of spring.
Coming in hot
Shaking up the leaves.
Make ya notice
Exactly who I am.
And then swiftly as I came
I disappear.

Do you recall?

Do you feel me when you look upon fields of wheat, gently dancing.

Am I nostalgic in nature?
Do I make you say,

I wish..

Because I wish..
I wish Icurus


Haddnt been the embodiment of me.