Friday, October 16, 2009

蒼い月の光

faint moonlight of the gentle blue moon
shining upon the lonely earth
branches sways as the cold wind blows
she sits there crying, on a starless nite

"light of blue, is light of loneliness
words can't be spoken, is words of the heart
everyone's here, but noone's around
is the world in which i lives in
'living hell' that's what they call it
is the only place of my existance"

her eyes are dead, her heart is numb
her soul no longer sings of love and joy
with eyes that are dead, and a heart which is numb
what future does she have when her soul no longer dream

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