作词 : Francesca Burattelli
 作曲 : Francesca Burattelli
Golden skin
is here now
dry  to your hands
No season  for orange
No season  for shame
No season for abstract relations
no need  for muted hate
Could you heal my condition?
Could you soothe my  affliction?
it has two small  " branches" right at its source.
The two  branches are the right and left
wreaths.
The left branch divides quickly into two slightly smaller,
so there are three main branches.
These are stuck on the surface
and spread further into even smaller " twigs".
The smallest twigs  supply the entire heart.