Oh North Star, be faithful to their sweet chorus,
Young dreams shall bring you flowers to share,
For the road our virgin moon shall take;

Leave them to the rain, to the silence of the halo,
Each drop shall give them tears to wear,
For nights when tender reeds shall wake;

Strumming the last notes to a lonely whisper,
Bright eyes, will you have a moment to spare?
For the sea change our music shall make,
For the symphonic journey we shall all partake.
by gitanjali | 2009-06-24 00:00 | 【想】起こったこと、感じること