Kaze to ki no uta (Sanctus)

Serge:
Gilbert Cocteau, you were the greatest flower to ever bloom in my life.

Serge:
In the faraway dreams of youth, you were a bright red flame, blazing so fiercely...

Serge:
You were the wind that stirred my branches.

Serge:
Can you hear the Poem of the Wind and Trees? Can you hear the tumult of our youth?

Serge:
Oh there must be others who so remember their own days of youth...