A keresés eredménye

Do you hear?

Do you hear?
In the silver night, a song is born
An echo kindled it
A breeze narrated its words
A song, a song
Tells you how to live
World before the morning
Slamming by a beautiful hand
Where does the bright sun walk to now?
It didn’t hear the song
Left the tale in its dream
Happiness, happiness
Filled only a cold moon
Only flashed and melted
Silver tear of the star