Lonely serenade
Among the darkness of the night.
It s flying high above the rules
Beyond the spirit of the fools.
You understand that all you got
Is hidden cry of lonely heart,
Fragile reflection of the Moon,
In forest lake beside the doom.
Your desperation flies so high,
Forgetting ashes of desire.
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