Falling high in the forest thickets
In the ocean of silence ...
In a gates of the moon mist.
Turned a sound of the atmosphere ...
Bathing in the moonlight.
I am the moonlight

I woke up the seed
In the field of melancholy
So close and so far
Reflected in the horizon of eternity.

Will the death be blowed up
with clots of mist as before?

And you'll see!
The knowledge that are hidden
On the back of the mirror.
I am your reflection.
Of the forest ...
Of the silence ...
Of the mist ...
Of the atmosphere ...

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