All that remains is the broken fragments of shattered passion and affection All that remains is the broken fragments of shattered passion and affection

Which makes my country more beautiful. Which makes my country more beautiful.

Where the clouds wander off with no toes. Where the clouds wander off with no toes.

Yet the sight of winter's night and the sound of dancing drops of rain. Yet the sight of winter's night and the sound of dancing drops of rain.