You've come; something brought you here.
The night shines and defines fear
like the wind scared of the omens it carried in its heart.
You knew how my heart trembles in the dark.
From another world, another time,
you've come on the wings of the gale,
faster than the speed of the thought in the mind.
Your presence, like the mist of a winter night,
can dispel the fear, dispel the sadness of death.
The moon, ignorant of the stories of our lives,
watches over. Little does she know that after this hour is passed
there is no other rendezvous granted to us by Time.
Little does the moon know where my caravan is heading for.
O happy, ignorant moon!
And happy me who knows no regret; knows no grief.
In dying, you showed me how to live.
You have come like a living being,
to water and spray my wilting flowers and garden paths
with your undying spirit of care and love.
The night shines and defines fear
like the wind scared of the omens it carried in its heart.
You knew how my heart trembles in the dark.
From another world, another time,
you've come on the wings of the gale,
faster than the speed of the thought in the mind.
Your presence, like the mist of a winter night,
can dispel the fear, dispel the sadness of death.
The moon, ignorant of the stories of our lives,
watches over. Little does she know that after this hour is passed
there is no other rendezvous granted to us by Time.
Little does the moon know where my caravan is heading for.
O happy, ignorant moon!
And happy me who knows no regret; knows no grief.
In dying, you showed me how to live.
You have come like a living being,
to water and spray my wilting flowers and garden paths
with your undying spirit of care and love.
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