the shining side of the gorgeous moon, and winter dusts flying silently
are the heaven of peace for my soul. my eyes gaze at the frozen rivers
herons left long time ago. solitude is a fire in my blood, hope is my doom ravens are muttering for me to close my eyes
harsh wind is ringing in my ears dust wraps around my naked dreams. now sorrow is beginning to sing again freezing smell of pain surrounding me and hope loses again what it promised previously. imprisoned moonlight breaks open the guardian clouds
and touching my senseless blue body frozen my soul sings in grief pain leaves my soul and moonlight smells like wine smells grief, smells heaven winter dusts perch upon bare branches of the old willow
death holds my hands and frees me. Smells hell, smells cold and kill me… Pain leaves my heart and winternight smells darkness, smells nothing I’m not wait no more! calling death!