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.
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.
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by gitanjali
| 2009-06-24 00:00
| 【想】起こったこと、感じること