Snow Falls at the End of the Galaxy

The stars drift across the river of heaven; how can a heart not stir?

Snow whirls through the air; when will the flying snow return?

Blood and tears well in the heart, the bewitching drum shatters,

At the broken bridge, may we never meet again.

The wine of delusion, cup after cup, sinks into the heart and marrow,

At Falling Star Cliff, every step makes love harder to regret.