Life’s spell teaches how painfully it feels

To realize we can no longer flourish in the garden of a myth

Whose springtime we fell in love with

It is both tough and marvelous

To discover our own imperfections

By revealing the inner secrets of our hidden treasures

The vernal essence of my soul please return as the spirits flow

So we may begin the artwork of becoming ourselves in full blow

Let us notice in detail and catch everything

The rest fails to see within

And melt what we were all along in each other

Into an eternal flame which the blind can watch and the deaf can hear

Gymnopédies No.1, Satie.