Four torches for wands a compass they dance upon

will they dance through the seasons 

who knows when they will move on.

they wear red for the passion 

in hopes heart find companions

in the beginning we all embody passion

die for love in the mystery of the -is he/she the one- moment while dancing and laughing.
the spirits whisper through snowy mountain winds

The two of you will dance again.

Enjoy it from the view you take

but these 2 hearts arent the same shape.