Prepare to mountain-fold on the fourth horizontal line.
12. Solitude
As a dreary cloud
Moves through the clear sky,
When in the crown of the fir tree
A faint breeze blows,
So I travel my road
Onward with sluggish feet,
Through bright, happy life,
Lonely and unrecognized.
Oh, that the air should be so still!
Oh, that the world should be so light!
When the storms still raged,
I was not so miserable.
Winterreise by Wilhelm Muller music by Franz Schubert Op. 89
Origami Rose Paper Flower, A Miura-ken Beauty Rose, opus 482 by Robert J. Lang ( Lang Rose )
