當四週寂靜無聲時   

我踩在懸崖的邊緣

暗夜的秋風是你      

總聽到在我耳邊低語

星空中滿佈你思念的輕愁     

淒美的不得忘懷

我的浪漫       

禁不住隨風起伏

終至在滿足的淒風中沉淪

 

Colour of the wind  風的顏色 ( Vanessa Williams )

You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

*Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
(Or let the eagle tell you where he's been)
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends (*)

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until

You can paint with all the colors of the wind