[00:00.000] 作曲 : Cinema Strange
[00:02.357] Beginning
[00:46.848] She is horse-hoof dust and the lazy rays rays of sun will squat upon her unblinking eyes.
[01:00.418] She moves sadly through the woods hanging from the back of a caravan,
[01:10.819] thread and nail have caught her hand.
[01:13.953] She relinquishes her grasp and tumbles to the earth,
[01:21.839] to the wheel ruts, a tangled heap of calico.
[01:27.537] She sobs dryly for the girl who whispered like a leaf in the authumn time,
[01:37.537] with winter skin and breath of clover.
[01:41.130] Now she's all alone,
[01:44.208] immobile in the dirt and she can't change her face to greet
[01:50.791] the evening pressing, cold, around her.
[02:21.955] Middle
[02:39.318] And in the dark she sees new faces;
[02:41.972] silver like the dew-reflected moon.
[02:43.685] They laugh at her dress and sing like wind in the winter time...
[02:47.908] wildflower tongues and mothwing ears, they sing:
[02:50.877] "We have a doll from a human child! Hey! Hey!
[02:54.149] We found her floundered in the dirt! Hey! Hey!
[02:56.871] Her eyes are painted pools of water! Hey! Hey!
[03:00.057] Her skin is frost on the velvet skull of a fallen deer!"
[03:03.260] And in the dark she can lift her head.
[03:05.555] Silver arms and hands help her dance and blink like fireflies.
[03:08.637] Underneath a bursting moon twenty years elapse and soon the
[03:11.422] Sun is up and she is cloth: Mathilde in the dirt...
[03:17.784] End
[03:28.214] She would gasp in disbelief and she would bend her face with crimson smiles were
[03:36.481] It not for the daylight, were she not a pile of stuffing.
[03:41.337] She knots her brains remembering each leap beneath the gnarled and starlit treetops,
[03:51.352] Her flight through hanging willow curtains.
[03:54.889] She wonder at the people with the caterpillar fingers and the cat claws,
[04:05.226] the beetle wings and clothes of lichen.
[04:08.398] Now she hears a sound, a caravan approaching and the she shivers in the dust.
[04:18.608] Her girl has come to find her!
[04:22.246] Now she's held aloft!
[04:26.477] A woman cries and dries her eyes on lost Mathilde from decades past 
[04:31.486] who wandered far and wandered back...