A moonlit breeze (a moonlit breeze)
Softly flows past the ancient night
Always calling out (always calling out)
To the saints who hear nothing
Never to see the royalty of age and the beauty of life
Fortune comes for all man, inside a fragile wish
Forever sending guides of hope unto this very flame
To burn away every dream
All the beauty, twice again
To whisper in the wind
Follow me to the edge of the sun
Where only the coldest of hearts can survive
Laughing to mock me
In sadness we dwell
Standing alone, all time stands still for you
In sadness we dwell
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