Beloved

The curse of the moon in a cold dream...

World without words, we speak of love, until my words reach you

Holding me with your wounded arm, I want to grant the wishes of your lips

If i forget, the beautiful memory of love from the past

We can see a more beautiful night tomorrow

The curse of the moon, in a cold dream, I want to take you some where faraway

How far can we go? To someplace where we can believe in love