While dawn meets the dusk~Wake up in the nightYou are not near me, it hurts -Moonlight burns my face.~Droplets of warm rain- the horizon turns orange -Like tears hit the ground.~Early morning light,Sun shining through shady clouds -Reflection of you.~Soft song of blossoms -Secret, silent harmonyEmbracing your soul,While dawn slowly meets the dusk -I feel you're always with me.~
A walk.I've got a story... just for You.It happened to me right now.I was walking in the night, beneath the black, covered sky, head down.Didn't want to see anything. Didn't want to be seen by anything.But even then, gazing at the ground, I caught a sight of it. It hit me as lightning - the soft light of the moon. I held my head up - and saw that there are no stormclouds covering the silver face, who shines at everyone caring to look.It felt just as if it was spring. Silent breeze ran throught the scene. It felt somehow warm.And then, a few clouds appeared. But not them scary ones. They were friendly, thin clouds, passing on, with the wings of the gently blowing wind.They played with the moon. For an instant, they hid his face, just to show it again in a glance, in its full glory.And then it began.There were some leaves left on the trees, even in winter.A soft breeze appeared. I don't know how. I don't want to know how. It just appeared.And then, silently, that I couldn't hear, he
---Soft crystal tinkleSilent silver breeze at night -Tears falling from stone.
...No stars on the sky.No Moon to brighten the night.No motion, no sound.Echo of silence trembles -And I am thinking of you.
-.It's so peaceful, warmThe first sunbeam of the dawnOver my cold grave.