В™«вђў*лњ"*вђўв™« Demis Roussos - Spring Summer Winter And Fall (traduг§гјo)в™«вђў*лњ"*вђўв™« 〈Chrome〉

Now, as the arrived, Elias watched the leaves turn brittle and brown, matching the parchment of his old letters. He played the record, Demis Roussos’s velvet voice filling the small courtyard. "Keep the world turning around..."

He realized then that the song wasn't a lament; it was a cycle. The seasons had to die so they could be born again. He looked toward the harbor, where the evening ferry was docking. Among the crowd, a flash of familiar dark hair caught the light. Now, as the arrived, Elias watched the leaves

The seasons had completed their circle. Elena had come home. as the arrived