Beneath the clouds, across the seasons in the wild, lived a lonely girl, with a torn paper bird
She was breathing in the frozen wind, singing in the haze and waiting for a fortune teller and missing her father...
Standing by a river, was a weeping willow, there lived an old man, blind and alone...
He was breathing in the frozen wind, folding flying paper doves, dreaming...that one day his Izzy would bring a dove back home
Izzy, look around, there's a flying swirling bird. He's hanging overhead and waiting for your hand. But Izzy only saw a flying paper crow, She ran to the sun and screamed into the wind. She was crying so deeply, dreaming of a father bird, breathing so slowly, freezing near a weeping willow...alone
