trails of condensation held in narrow bands of white the sin is turning black the world is turning grey all the starts fade from the night the oceans drain away Horizon to horizon memory written on the wind fading away, like an hourglass, grain by grain swept away like voices in a hurrican In a vapor trail atmospheric phases make the transitory last vaporize the momories that freeze the fading past silence all the songbirds stilled by the killing frost forest burn to ashes everything is lost washed away like foortprints in the 编辑于2002/05/14更新