Dawn of the Golden Age
There're you and space.
You see in the moonlight
Dead Forest's grace.
...Dawn of the Golden Age...
Time to turn the page...
You see the rainbow in night sky,
Right place to live,
Right time to die.
You need to recall faces of brothers -
Those travelling shades under moonlight.
The Wood gulps your soul -
New life for its spirits,
And breath for the old everlasting night.
I'm whispering words, "You'v smashed me, no wonder..."
I hail thee, my forest, and say thee good-bye,
My fate - to return in serene carefree slumber.
I should be away... I dissolve in the sky.
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