I know not your sorrow
But i know mine...

The things I really want
have faded away...

The empty playground
yields no laughter here...

The quiet moon glistens
on my cold shivering sweat...

Shivered Autumn
Like restless souls in the sky...

She said, "tell it like it is."
In the other room, I hear her voice...

(Continued from The Night Bird and the Apostate)
The dying sun has shunned the last of its light...

I can't ignore this
This love in my life...

Here you could see the painted road
of black and smooth...

A question of suggestion
Whether you are here or there...

The picture of death
Looms with painted blood...

The house is burning
Ravaged and betrayed...