"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured,
With your brightness,
And the words you whispered to me,
Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain.
Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
This is a really moving song by a very talented group. I can't even understand all the lyrics to this song....
It just resonates sadness; no translation is needed.
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