[00:00.000] 作曲 : Toby Driver[01:05.190]One morning, before the leaves began changing[01:27.930]I caught a piece of summer and poured it into a pitcher;[02:02.460]This I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting dust .[02:09.060]Autumn, then winter, rose up from the sea, and my[02:15.720]Garden was a garden filled with unbroken snow.[02:23.040]No flower strained its face to the ice giants' whisper,[02:27.990]No life coloured the vision of a newborn[02:32.220]Spring babe.[02:33.780]My cellar-water dripping into a pail[02:45.480]And I lifted my piece of summer[02:48.330]Like a piece of memory or a dream[03:49.200]Like these, caught on film[04:01.320]And carried it to the garden floes,[04:18.630]The wind turning drifting stars to madness.[04:51.300]Poured forth gracefully, this ctheric tincture[05:00.390]Lifts winter's coat-of-arms with coaxing aromas and electricity.[05:16.380]Used with vigilance, a[05:21.240]Pitcher of[05:21.960]Summer stirs a memory into swooning,[05:27.090]And bravely, the flowers of the past will stretch their limbs into the sky[05:40.470]While snow falls quietly all around.