[00:00.00] 作曲 : Sven Peter Malcom Lindgren/Mikael Lars Akerfeldt[00:01.37](the sound of rain...)[00:05.07][00:08.09][instrumental][00:10.34][A morning in magenta,[00:12.46]The petals fed from the dew[00:15.20]She held her breath for a moment[00:17.21]To pause off the stream[00:19.25]Still cling to vast, old memories[00:21.57]And I would marvel at her beauty[00:23.59]Playing through the rain[00:25.53]The coffin is beautifully engraved[00:27.59]Standing by soul, symbols of death[00:29.50]All of which are stared upon[00:31.46]With porcelain eyes it seems[00:33.28]Some spoke, and it was my turn to go[00:35.57]In death entwined, I could not believe[00:37.65]But it hangs around my neck[00:39.68]A soft breeze passed me by[00:42.28]Somewhat warmer for a second[00:44.50]I knew it was the coming of spring[00:47.46]Thus our April ethereal.][00:50.57][00:53.06](written by Mikeal Akerfeldt)[00:55.90]