Two thousand years ago
There was a woman of exceptional beauty,
So exceptional, the legend goes,
That whenever she looked
At her reflection in a pond,
The fish would forget how to swim,
And sink down into the darkness.
Two thousand years later,
I have forgotten how to live,
Crushed by a vision of her ghost.
There was a woman of exceptional beauty,
So exceptional, the legend goes,
That whenever she looked
At her reflection in a pond,
The fish would forget how to swim,
And sink down into the darkness.
Two thousand years later,
I have forgotten how to live,
Crushed by a vision of her ghost.
