The clock tower strikes
at midnight in Rome...

Promises,
oh promises...

In the dark of the night
my eyes remain wide open...

Eleven years have shot past my eyes,
grazing my grieving heart...

Quivering by the corner of her bed,
her heart trembling like thunder...

Shy silver moonbeam
reflecting upon the sea...

Garden willow trees
dance with visiting fairies...

Crystal raindrops
falling from the clouds above...

Innocent children
skipping through golden sand...

Midnight visitor
rests upon a willow tree...

Red squirrels at dusk
faintly tremble from the snow...

Young lotus blossom
softly opening to life...