Pale Moon

Searching for eternity,
You are a silly dreamer,
Clinging to unreliable dreams,
Where are you going this time?

Searching for the key, I cannot find,
Unable to find the back of the moon,
I have no idea,
Where I am going either.

Even though secrets are lost,
Lost in my eyes,
They will never lose sight,

The pale moon of January, hides the color of sun,
The gentle dawn of a night that should not end.

Because of love, painfully close,
The heart no longer my own,
Cried for it's freedom.

The dark moon of February,
Large and mighty,
Brings us closer to the morning,
Of a night that,
Could not end.

When shining things only exist in dark places,
I gazed out the small window,
To see what was outside.

Pale moon of March, sinking into infinity,
The gentle dawn of a love, that had to end.

The pale moon of January, hides the color of sun,
The gentle dawn of a night that should not end.