Steam Of Consciousness

All these ashes, falling on my head...
Dying leaves of a strange friendship
in search of a new citizenship.
Silent words fall to the ground
in a strange void
with no sound.
Cool wind blowing
snow flocks burning
in an endless morning.
Like a dream,
like my dream.

A breath turns into steam...

YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM

Soundtrack: While The Cold Winter Waiting - Trentemøller