The stars sing the sorrow, | |
air laid down as so depraved. | |
A lost chord echoes again with the rain. | |
Thoughts fill the breath, | |
to be carried by the stars to the once so sad world. | |
A lost chord echoes again. | |
Creating a new path, | |
to be brought by those waves. | |
Longing silently, | |
for something that cannot be reached. | |
In the dreams, remembrance, | |
something that drift away. | |
To the once so sad world, | |
from the night that holds thoughts for Catharsis. |