Alone in the night, Fijo is crying; she has been left by her
husband who had to leave to fight the darkness of matter
Thoughts of what once was flow through her mind; their play in
the green grass and under colourful trees, wonderful fields of
flowers, fresh fruits and berries, and beautiful music from the
elven choirs Running waters make them dream, lakes where they
bathed, riverfalls and marvelous clouds in the sky They were
happy, they had their Golden Age Now, all she has left are her
Golden Tears, that run from her skyblue eyes, as a witness to
what once was - to what is lost forever; until a New World is
born, after Ragnarok In the meantime, give our dear Fijo some
warm thoughts, to help her through the cold nights