"green takes the leaves, snow takes to sea. it reminded me how awful things can be.
trying to recall your tiny voice. until the fever breaks, it's all that i can hear.
counting down the numbers of the days. was it the same amount of roses on your grave?
finally i brought myself to sing these words. after the snow, we can find the sea.
if you could be the trees, i would be your leaves.
after she died, we decided to believe that her favorite color was probably green.
on the day she died, in our hearts we did believe that her favorite color was probably green."
