[07:48.00]And the waves sighed helpless
[07:48.00]As the shore devoured them
[07:48.00]The clouds which adorned the sky
[07:48.00]So dark but beatyful
[07:48.00]Every stone every stem
[07:48.00]Is all part of a picture
[07:48.00]Together they weave on the beholder
[07:48.00]Who takes the nature in and comprehend it
[07:48.00]But this picture is different from human-eye to human-eye
[07:48.00]Though it will always be the same
[07:48.00]Bewitch me the perfume of a withered rose
[07:48.00]Which is actually dead but the perfume
[07:48.00]And the beauty
[07:48.00]Are steady
[07:48.00]Though it changes please or shock the human mind
[07:48.00]A withered rose often in connection with grief
[07:48.00]The withering so we say it is the end
[07:48.00]But everything can fade away the love the pain
[07:48.00]So we say that the withering is loosen from all spheres
[07:48.00]And it's just a cover which hides the life in it's being
[07:48.00]But in any form the being is constant
[07:48.00]Though it is often or eternal only the rememberance
[07:48.00]But the only true grief is not the withering
[07:48.00]It is that rememberances fall to pieces too