Olivia:

The sun is shining on this frozen city
Far from the giant buildings,
The little Olivia is walking,
dragging her heavy heart...


Only one word, and I fall down.
This word is \"Love\", as I recall...
And I might smile tomorrow,
feeding the crows with my sorrow.
Olivia.

Daphne:

The fragile dawn is coming.
So, like the stars when the night fading,
Little by little... the plane is vanishing.
The northstar was an airplane.
Now, your are back home.
Good luck Daphne.

Daphne asked her way,
The plane came unhooked,
And, she left the well,
Then she have begun to follow it...