Far from the shoreline
There was a moment your hand was in mine
My mind is weighed down by the thought of it
I bear an untouched story
A story of emerald that longed to be scarlet
A story of fire that thirsts for rain
My hand can hardly write of it
I close my eyes and hear an echoing of the sweetest song
A song that belongs to another world
A world where emerald turns to scarlet
And fire has its fill of rain